Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 277

Mrs. York dropped what she was doing in the kitchen, fuming, "He’s done nothing and yet you throw dirt at him. You know how much Darlene adores her grandson, and yet, you dare accuse him of being gay? What on earth are you trying to achieve?"

Tyrone's expression was dark. It was as if his heart, once cut open, would reveal nothing but a deep, reflective darkness.

Without bothering to explain, Tyrone simply stated, "It boils down to one thing - are you my mom or not? If you are, you'll help."

Mrs. York wished she could shove Tyrone back where he came from, the nerve of him!

"How can I possibly help with no solid evidence? Am I supposed to just take your word for it?" Mrs. York argued.

Tyrone considered for a moment, "Alright, I'll get you the evidence tonight. You can confront Darlene over a poker game tomorrow."

"Son, what mischief are you planning now?"

Tyrone curled his lips, "What mischief can I possibly be up to? Don't always think the worst of your son. If you're as kind-hearted as you believe, how bad could I possibly be? Relax, I'm just thinking my uncle's life's been too dull. Needs a bit of excitement."

Mrs. York, exasperated, exclaimed, "You!"

"Don't worry; it's not like I'm plotting a murder or theft. Help me out, and you're still my dear mother."

"I swear, I could strangle you."

"Gotta go. I won't be coming home these next few days."

"Where are you now?"

"On a business trip."

The crew was a whirlwind of activity, and Quintessa, aside from the occasional breaks for meals and restroom visits, spent the entire day on set, wrapping up well past 10 p.m.