Mrs. York pursed her lips, "Why does everything sound so different when ites out of your mouth?"


    Quintessa grinned, "What''s up with Tyrone? Does he even know you''re getting pushed around out


    here? Can''t even stand up for his own mom. Some son he is."


    Mrs. York quickly replied, "I haven''t told him. He can be a bit rough around the edges. He always acts


    first, and thinkster. If I made a big deal out of it, people would say the Yorks are just throwing their


    weight around."


    Quintessa found it amusing, "There''s a time and ce for standing your ground. Some folks will only


    see your patience as weakness. Not everyone deserves your kindness."


    Suddenly, Quintessa realized that she was schooling someone who could be her own mother.


    Mrs. York sat up straight, with her head bowed like a scolded child, nodding, "I get it, people like Vivian


    doesn''t deserve my kindness."


    Quintessa smiled, "Exactly, people like me as well."


    Mrs. York looked up; the moment she met Quintessa''s amused gaze, she felt a bit awkward, "You''re


    not bad. I might have misjudged you before."


    Quintessa shrugged with a smile, "See, you''re too trusting. I do one little thing for you, and you think


    I''m a saint. But I''m far from it. Maybe I''m just trying to win you over to get into the York family, huh?"


    "You wouldn''t. I mean, you never really nned on marrying Ty, did you?" It dawned on Mrs. York that


    perhaps it was her son who couldn''t let go.


    Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Marry into the York family? A lot of women would kill for that chance."


    Mrs. York frowned, "I know you''re not like that."


    Manny gestured urgently to Quintessa, pointing at his watch, reminding her that it was time to head to


    the airport.


    Quintessa stood up, "Auntie, you weren''t wrong about me. I am exactly what you think. You don''t have


    to like me, and I''ve never expected you to. Helping you this time just squares us for that rack of steak I


    ate at your cest time. Goodbye."


    Mrs. York called after her, "Hey."


    Quintessa stopped and turned


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    Mrs. York watched Quintessa leave, realizing she might never have truly understood the girl.


    Quintessa was stopped again before she could leave the mall.


    "Quinn."


    Hearing that voice, Quintessa paused, then resumed walking, only to be blocked.


    Quintessa let out a sigh, "Mr. Harrington, Ms. Harrington, what is it?"


    Serena excitedly tugged on her other''s arm, "Hey, hey, it really i


    s just telling my brother


    you looked like Quintessa."


    Quintessa''s expression remained cool, "Sorry, I''m in a hurry to catch a flight."


    Alexander spoke up, "Wait. I need to talk to you."


    He told Serena, "Go wait over there for a sec, will you?"


    Serena''s eyes widened in surprise, "Oh, okay."


    She moved aside, curiously watching the two.


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    Alexander looked worn, as the usually sharp features of his face was softened by a hint of defeat, he


    gave a bitter smile, "I won''t take much of your time. Just wanted to say something."