Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 223

“Pfft.” Quintessa couldn’t help but laugh out loud, hastily setting her spoon down, afraid of choking in a moment.

Tyrone lifted his chin provocatively towards Quintessa, a look of prideful arrogance on his face, as if to say: Yeah, that’s how badass I am, I say and I do.

Cecilia was dumbfounded, “What did you just say? Have you lost your mind?”

Tyrone scowled, “Lost my mind? Yeah, it’s fried, totally fried.” Fried by his desire.

Quintessa said to Cecilia, “Auntie, your son’s head is fine, it’s his virility that’s in question. You might want to pick up some aphrodisiacs for him.”

Tyrone’s face darkened as if a storm cloud had settled over him, “Quintessa, just so you know, I’ll remember what you said today.”

Quintessa took a sip of her soup, “Tsk, can’t I speak the truth? I’m just making factual inferences based on your performance.”

Cecilia shouted angrily, “Nonsense, my son is perfectly fine.”

Then, she quickly turned to Tyrone, “Right, son?”

Clearly unsure, her anxiety was palpable, her eyes filled with worry, betraying her faltering confidence.

Tyrone felt like he was being driven insane by these two women. He just wanted to say: Mom, could you please just stop talking? I’m not asking for your help, just don’t tie down the legs of your son who’s striving for greatness,

Tyrone gritted his teeth, “Of course not, why would you believe her nonsense?”

Quintessa rested her chin on her hand, “How is this nonsense? Or was my miscarriage a lie? Young man, don't shy away from seeking medical help. If you don’t address it now, it’ll only get worse, after all, you don't have any successors yet.”

Cecilia was anxious, indeed, her son hadn’t had children yet.

With a worried look, she said, “Son, maybe we should go…” (to the hospital)