Chapter 94
As the needle pierced into the IV line, Quintessa pushed the sedative into the drip with a sinisterprecision.
With a sardonic chuckle, she whispered to herself, “Sweet dreams, dear sister.”
Once outside the hospital room, Manny sidled up to Quintessa, his voice tinged with anxiety."Quinn, what if something goes wrong? What if someone replaces out?”
Quintessa shrugged off the concern with a careless wave of her hand. “So what if they do?”Though she harbored a burning grudge against the entire Young clan, Quintessa wasn't about tocommit daylight murder. She'd merely administered a dose strong enough to keep Mirandasleeping for days, nothing lethal.
Besides, with the sedative coursing through Miranda's veins via the IV, it would be untraceable.There were no cameras at the door of the hospital room, so there was no evidence to worry about.This was merely a lesson for Miranda, a small dose of comeuppance.
Quintessa hadn't gone as far as to inject her with anything truly destructive like HIV or anycontagious disease-that would have been
mercy.
Manny supported the feigning frail Quintessa as they walked to the hospital parking lot, where, bysheer coincidence, they bumped into
someone.
Upon locking eyes, both Quintessa and the newcomer paused; an immediate mutual dislike flashedbetween them.
Quick as a cat, Quintessa had her lips curled into a faux—friendly smile. “What a surprise, Cecilia, torun into you here.”
Cecilia, clutching her designer purse, scowled coldly. “What are you doing here?”
Just seeing this little temptress irked Cecilia to no end.
With a theatrical sigh, Quintessa touched her abdomen in a display of woe. “Well, you might want toask your son about that. I'm pregnant with his child, and he doesn't want it. Looks like I have nochoice but to get rid of it.”
Manny's jaw dropped. Wait a minute-what happened to a simple stomachache?
The composure which Cecilia prided herself on was shattered at the revelation; her eyes werewidening as she scrutinized Quintessa, as if trying to see through her very soul.
Quintessa’s face was ghostly pale; her body was quivering, and her lips bloodless: She truly lookedthe part of a woman who had just lost a child.
And the more Cecilia observed, the more convinced she became. Pointing a trembling finger atQuintessa, she stammered, “Y-you.”
Cecilia felt her resilience crumbling. It hadn't even been a month since Quintessa had hinted atbearing a grandson for her, and now. Feeling lightheaded, Cecilia steadied herself against her car,taking deep breaths. “Don’t spout nonsense. How could I know if it's truly my son's child?”
With a bitter smile, Quintessa played the tragic figure. “It doesn't matter now, does it? The child'sgone. No one in the York family is decent, not even Tyrone. Since he was willing to kill his own fleshand blood, I wonder how he'll fare in the end.”
Cecilia felt a pang of maternal defense despite her doubts. “Don’t accuse him falsely. My son isn'tthat kind of person.”
Quintessa scoffed, her face twisted with disdain. “Cecilia, you know what kind of man your son is.He'll have no son, and you'll have no grandson. Once I recover, I'll marry off just the same. It's noloss to me.*
Then, with a heavy sigh, she added, “It's just tragic for the child, isn't it? Being killed by his ownfather. The Yorks now have blood on their hands.”
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