Quintessa whipped out a tiny bottle of refreshing facial mist, seizing the moment while Lilian was dazed from the bump to spritz her face twice, “Cooling off that temper, sweetheart. No need to thank me.”
Lilian caught a whiff of a fresh scent, which was reminiscent of chamomile, and just as she wanted to lash out at Quintessa, her phone suddenly went off.
Quintessa tucked the spray back into her purse, all smiles as she teased, “Auntie, your phone’s ringing. Aren’t you gonna check it?”
Steadying herself against the wall, Lilian stood up, feeling her anger flaring even more at the sight of Quintessa, and her headache intensifying. It felt like her mind was a ticking time bomb.
Clutching the throbbing bump on her head, Lilian gritted her teeth, “Quintessa, just you wait. Don’t you dare lay a finger on my daughter, I’ll make sure you meet your no-good mother sooner than you think.”
Quintessa simply shrugged, “Bring it on, you old hag. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Lilian’s phone kept ringing. She fumbled for it, “Just you wait.”
After unlocking it, Lilian saw that the message was filled with pictures.
After she opened the first one, her hand trembled, and she felt her dizziness intensifying; her complexion turned ashen, and her lips were quivering. Ignoring Quintessa, she hastily opened the remaining messages, flipping through each picture.
Quintessa’s voice, dripping with schadenfreude, filled the air, “Oh, looks like my dad’s having an affair, huh? Typical. He’s had the patience of a saint putting up with you for years, with your sagging, flabby self. I wonder, do you even satisfy him in bed anymore?”
“Shut up, get lost.”
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🤣🤣 yes!! stomp the mil into sputtering and silence...