Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )
Chapter 341

Serena stared blankly at Mrs. Harrington.

Mrs. Harrington's smile was tender, as if the harsh words from moments ago hadn't come from her at all. She gently touched Serena's face. "Honey, tell Mom, do you like Tyrone?"

Snapped back to reality, Serena's face instantly blushed. "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"There's nothing to hide from me. Tell me."

Serena waved her hands in denial. "Mom, no, besides, Ty already has Quinn by his side."

Mrs. Harrington sighed deeply. "I wish you could stay innocent forever, but I'm also afraid of that." "Mom."

"Serena, you just need to tell me if you like him. Don't worry about all the other factors."

Meanwhile, at the Young family, Sean had the household staff prepare a lavish lunch.

"Dad, why is this meal so lavish?" Miranda looked pale as a ghost, terribly thin. Since that incident, she had been like a shadow of herself, not daring to go out, her days filled with madness, rarely lucid as she

was now.

Sean picked up his fork and said, "Your mom's coming out soon."

A flicker of joy crossed Miranda's face. "Is this meal to celebrate mom getting out of jail? Dad, let's go see mom. I miss her."

Sean replied, "Hold on, finish our meal first."

Miranda nodded eagerly. "Dad, after we eat, we'll go pick up mom?"

Sean nodded. "Yes, after we eat."

Miranda picked up her fork and started eating hurriedly. After a while, her movements slowed down.

With a clatter, the fork dropped from her hand. Miranda swayed, unable to sit straight. "Dad, I feel so dizzy! Dad."

Thump, Miranda's head hit the table.

Sean stood up and half-carried Miranda out.

With a sliver of consciousness left, Miranda murmured, "Dad, where are we going?"

Sean's face was emotionless. "Dad is taking you to see your mom."

"Okay, to see mom." Miranda blinked and finally closed her eyes.

As they went out, they bumped into Rachel coming in from outside.

"Bro, what are you doing?"

Sean continued to drag Miranda outside. "Got something to do. Go have your meal.”

Rachel sensed something was wrong and quickly followed. "Bro, what are you going to do? What's wrong with her?" "Don't worry about it."

"Bro."

Sean's gaze grew somewhat stern. "I'm taking Miranda somewhere. Stop prying."

Rachel's mind worked fast, immediately grasping the key point. She stopped Sean, "Bro, what did you and Quintessa exchange?"

Sean's

or was parked outside; he

opened the door and stuffed Miranda inside. "It's none of business, don't worry about it." to

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Rachel stepped back, allowing Sean to turn the car around. As long as it didn't concern her, she thought, let whatever happen to Miranda

happen. It would be easier if she just stayed out of it.

Remembering her own plan, Rachel's lips curled into a smirk, and she turned, stepping briskly back into the house.

When Miranda came to, her head was pounding. She saw several heads above her and shivered in fear.

Soon, she realized something was

off. These people were all wearing white coats-she was in a hospital and the clothes she was wearing had sleeves sewn together, much like what patients wore in an asylum. Content belongs. Ebookex.com

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