Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )
Chapter 323

The night breeze was cool, and the gazebo was dimly lit. Quintessa's skin, as white as snow, almost glowed under the moonlight. Her smile was captivating, and her features were soft and gentle. Yet, despite her beautiful smile, Sean felt a chill crawl up his spine like a serpent.

His daughter was more terrifying than she had been three years ago. Her smile hid all the hatred; she was still mad, but now, it was invisible to others.

Sean's face paled, "Quintessa, please stop joking. Jumping from the 28th floor. I'd die."

Quintessa nodded, "Of course. Why else would I suggest it? Remember, my mom died jumping from just the 7th floor. Imagine the 28th. Do you remember how she gasped for air when she hit the ground? Her eyes were wide open, and blood spilled from her mouth; her arms and legs were all broken. It was horrific."

Those who have sinned always feel guilty. As Quintessa spoke slowly, Sean couldn't help but recall the gruesome manner of his ex-wife's death. He had been there; he knew how terrible it was. Over the years he had tried to forget.

But as Quintessa detailed those bloody scenes, Sean felt a cold wind blowing through the midsummer night, which made him unable to feel the slightest warmth.

Quintessa suddenly smiled, "You see, my mom is watching you from behind?"

Sean, getting frightened, turned around quickly. His body trembled uncontrollably. It was pitch dark behind him, and though he knew Quintessa was deceiving him, he still felt as if there truly were eyes watching him; it sent shivers down his spine.

Sean stammered, "Quintessa, I'm sorry. Dad's sorry for what I did to you and to your mom. But back then, it was Lilian and her family who cornered me. I was just a country boy new to the city, but the Yates family was different. They had mob ties; they forced me. I really had no choice."

With her lips curved into a faint smile, Quintessa sat there like a portrait of a lady. She nodded, "Yeah, it sounds like you were innocent, forced to abandon your wife and daughter, to watch your wife die, then to share a bed with the enemy and have kids with her. You've had it tough, haven't you?"

Sean felt his heart leap with joy, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, it's been hard for me."

Quintessa continued with a smile, "So, you deserve to die even more. What's the point for a useless man like you to live in this world?"

That smile, cold and terrifying, sent chills down Sean's spine. He gritted his teeth, "Quintessa, I'm your father. At the end of the day, I'm your blood. There's no overnight feud between father and daughter. Your mother has been dead for so many years, and I've apologized for that. How long will you hold this grudge?"

"Do you count on a casual apology of you erasing your crime of murder, Dad, is your life so precious?"

Quintessa had always known how selfish Sean was. In his eyes, there were no families, no father-daughter bond, no spouse. He would shamelessly fawn over whoever was useful to him, and would ruthlessly eliminate whoever stood in his way.

"Quintessa, your mother's death is an unchangeable fact. Even if you seek revenge, it shouldn't be against me. You should go after Lilian and the Yates family. I'm your father, the closest person you have in this world. You've lost your mother; do you also want to lose your father?"