Four or Dead by G O A -
Four or dead by G O A Chapter 74
Chapter 74
Mrs. York’s eyes widened as she stared intently at Quintessa’s belly.
Quintessa, already finding Mrs. York’s scrutiny annoying, decided to provoke her further, expecting to intensify the dislike.
But to her surprise, Mrs. York seemed almost fixated on her abdomen.
“Ma’am, please step aside, or I might just camp out here after all,” Quintessa said with a hint of sass.
Mrs. York’s gaze was complex as she looked at her.
Quintessa shook her head; Tyrone’s mother was indeed different from what she had imagined.
She opened the door and stepped out.
Mrs. York tiptoed to watch Quintessa disappear into the distance, her face twisting with worry, “What if she’s actually pregnant?”
After leaving Tyrone’s house, Quintessa glanced at her watch; it was already 1 PM. She had slept longer than expected.
The sunlight was just right overhead, and she squinted against the brightness until her eyes adjusted.
Her phone rang; it was Violet.
“I’m on my way back.” Quintessa spoke into the phone.
Not long after Quintessa left, Tyrone woke up.
He sat up quickly, and soon realized that the space beside him was empty.
She ran off?
Before Tyrone could get angry, he heard some commotion outside. A smirk touched his lips, as he thought she hadn’t left after all. But when he swung open the bedroom door, he was greeted by the sight of his busy mother.
Tyrone’s mood soured instantly, “Mom, what are you doing here?”
He scanned the room, but there was no sign of Quintessa, the enchantress.
Mrs. York huffed: “I had to come. Otherwise, that little witch would’ve left you nothing but bones.”
Tyrone frowned; his mother and Quintessa had crossed paths. It seemed Quintessa wouldn’t be the one at a disadvantage.
“Where did the witch go?” he asked.
Mrs. York lifted her chin proudly: “I chased her off, of course.”
Tyrone scoffed. He knew Quintessa well enough, just as he knew his mother’s ‘fighting spirit‘ was no match for her.
Mrs. York stepped closer to her son: “Son, I’m not saying you can’t have your fun with women. If you don’t like Rachel, I won’t force you. But for heaven’s sake, find a girl from a decent family, will you?”
Tyrone walked to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and popped the lid. “Girls from decent
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families aren’t exciting. I like those who are a little naughty.”
Mrs. York, now at her wit’s end, recalled Quintessa’s words, “Even if you’re playing around, at least be careful. What if you accidentally start a life? I want grandchildren, but I’m picky about who their mother is.”
“What life?” Tyrone asked, taking a sip of beer.
Mrs. York said, “That witch told me she might just gift me with a grandson in ten months if she’s unhappy.”
Tyrone choked on his drink, spewing it out.
Seeing his reaction, Mrs. York thought it was true: “Son, you must be safe. Of course, if it happens, a child of the York family mustn’t be left out in the cold.”
Mrs. York was torn; she disliked the witch but not the idea of a grandson.
What to do?
Tyrone wiped the beer from his lips, a devilish grin spreading across his face, as he pondered: “Heh. If there’s really a grandson, I’ll make sure to claim him for you!”
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