Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Cecilia felt her heart clenched in sudden pain. “Stop talking nonsense.”

“Whether it’s nonsense or not, you can go ask your son.”

Cecilia lifted her chin defiantly. “I will ask him myself, hmph. My son would never fall for some little temptress like you. Don’t think you can threaten me, I will not give in.”

Quintessa let out a mocking laugh. “Funny thing is, this little temptress is carrying your grandson, even though it hasn’t been born.”

Feeling another pang shot through her heart, Cecilia couldn’t stand her ground in front of Quintessa any longer. With her purse in hand, she straightened up, huffed indignantly, and walked past Quintessa.

Manny whispered, “Why did you lie to her?”

Quintessa smirked. “Because she’s easy to fool.”

Tyrone’s mother was much easier to handle than he was.

How could Quintessa not see Cecilia’s deep desire for a grandson? The lie she casually tossed out today was sure to stir up the York family for days.

Tyrone, if you make my life difficult, there’s no way I’ll let you have peace of mind.

Cecilia hurried all the way to the maternity clinic to find a doctor.

Just then, a young nurse called out, “Next!”

Cecilia quickly approached her. “Nurse, did a beautiful girl come in for a check–up? She’s pregnant? Very pretty but, you know, a bit too flashy?”

The nurse nodded. “Yes, we had someone like that.”

The clinic saw many pretty young women every day.

“And then what happened?” Cecilia pressed on.

The nurse looked indignant. “Oh, her boyfriend is just the worst. Insisted she get an abortion. Men these days are just the worst.”

The nurse repeated “just the worst” twice, and Cecilia felt a chill settle in her heart.

Because deep down, she knew her son was indeed the worst.

Cecilia clutched at her heart, her grandchild was gone.

Watching Cecilia, who looked lost, walk out, the nurse shook her head and muttered to herself, “Men these days, all they care about is their own pleasure, never mind what happens to the woman afterwards. I’ve seen this happen four times just today.”

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Cecilia, grinding her teeth with anger, snapped, “What for? Go home, just go home!”

Her original plan had been to have Mr. Lee check on her heart, but now, she had lost all mood for it.

As she got into the car, Cecilia felt her thoughts grew angrier and her heart more sore.

She was so annoying to look at that little vixen, but it wasn’t the child’s fault.

Once home, Cecilia felt her fury had given her a headache. She clutched her forehead and told the housemaid Wilma, “Call that scoundrel and tell him to come see me this instant. I’m furious, absolutely furious.”

Cecilia rarely got angry because it caused wrinkles and made her age faster. This was the first time Wilma had seen her in such a state. “Don’t be upset, ma’am. I’ll call the young master right away and have him come home.”

When Wilma called Tyrone, he was with Alexander.

“Master Tyrone, did you do something to upset madam? She’s very angry and wants you to come home immediately,” Wilma asked.

Tyrone, already in a foul mood, replied coldly, “Tell her I’m busy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wilma’s voice was replaced by Cecilia’s on the phone, “You get back here now, immediately, get your backside home this instant. If you dare not come, you’ll be coming back to your mother’s funeral.”