Chapter 92
Quintessa nodded, and said with a hint of gratitude in her voice. “Thanks, Doc.*
in one ear and out the other.
The doctor just shook his head, clearly sensing that his advice had gone He had Quintessa set up for an IV drip and wrote out a prescription. The nurse swiftly inserted the needle, and Manny held the IV bag. Supporting Quintessa as they made their way to a seat in the hallway.
The drip was clow and it took a full hour for the liquid to empty. But by the end, Quintessa felt that the gnawing pain in her stomach had finally subsided
During that hour, her mind was haunted by Tyrone's face.
She was not about to let him off the hook that easily.
Even if playing with a guy like Tyrone was out of her league, she was willing to take the risk. After all, she had nothing to lose-what was there to fear?
Taking a gamble was what Quintessa did best.
Noticing the IV bag was nearly empty, Manny quickly said, “It's almost done. I'll go get the nurse to..."
He didn't finish his sentence before Quintessa ripped off the tape securing the needle to the back of her hand and pulled it out herself, blood oozing from the puncture
Manny gasped, “Quinn!”
Quintessa stood up, “Let's go.”
Manny stuttered, “O-okay.”
He hurriedly handed Quintessa a couple of tissues, “Quinn, you should wipe the blood off.” Quintessa took the tissues and pressed them against the small wound. They were instantly soaked. Manny winced at the sight, but Quintessa’s face remained stoic.
She tossed the bloodied tissues into the trash and put on her face mask; barely taking a few steps, she heard someone call her name.
“Quintessa
Turning around, she saw the caller and smile intuitively.
“Fancy meeting you here. Oh, that's right, you're here to see Ms. Abbott, aren't you? How's your
little fling? Her face still pretty?” Jerome looked quite well, not the least bit ill. It had been a week
since Zenobia was hospitalized after a brawl with Miranda, and naturally, Jerome would be expected
to visit.
Jerome sauntered over to Quintessa, “Was it you who deliberately had those photos taken, then gave them to Miranda to make her think the person with Zenobia was me? Did you plan all this, Quintessa? Is that it?"
Seeing Jerome so calm, Quintessa started sizing him up. Zenobia had been in the hospital for some time, and Miranda was supposed to be making a fuss with him. Surprisingly, he seemed unbothered, which confirmed Quintessa’s suspicion that he felt nothing for Miranda.
What a piece of work this man was.
And Miranda had only herself to blame for being blind.
Zz
Quintessa didn’t bother to hide the truth, but admitted openly, “Yeah, it was me. I took the photos. So what? Did I manage to capture your stunningly handsome and charming side?"
Instead of getting angry, Jerome seemed more intrigued, “Aren“t you afraid I'll tell the Youngs you're back in town?”
Quintessa spread her hands nonchalantly, “Go ahead. Tell them I'm the one in the photos. Let them know you're two-timing the Young family’s eldest daughter with her own sister. If you don't care about your reputation, I'm certainly not going to stop you.”
Despite his lack of affection for Miranda, Jerome knew all too well how important pride was to his family,
If Quintessa didn't hold this card, she wouldn't dare be so bold in front of Jerome.
Seeing Quintessa’s defiant stance, Jerome was reminded of her demeanor three years ago when he saw her off at the airport.
He chuckled, with a sly look in his eye, “Just as shameless as you were three years ago.”
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