Chapter 75 On that fateful night, Quintessa's world was awash with color and spectacle, while the Young family's hbuzzed with an undeniable vibrancy, with its lights burning bright until dawn.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMiranda's cries echoed through the night, and her walls from midnight to morning disrupted the family's rest. Her room was a chaotic mess; her smartphone's screen lay shattered, and amid the debris, she sat on the floor, with tears streaming down her cheeks. "He wants to break up withfor sfloozy," she sobbed. "I just heard that tramp's voice, and she has the nerve to take a bath with Jay, the shameless hussy. Just like Quintessa, they're all the same, nothing but tramps." Suddenly Miranda leaped to her feet, feeling her rage boiling over. "That vixen, I'll skin her alive, I'll scratch her face off" Jerome, the apple of Miranda's eye, had shattered her world the night before and driven her to the edge of despair, Lilian, ever the peacemaker, tried to calm her daughter. "It's the dead of night, dear. Even if you know where they are, where would you begin to look? If you must confront them, wait until tomorrow." But Miranda was inconsolable; she flung herself into her mother's arms and wept bitterly. "Mom, how could he do this to me? Am I not pretty enough? Is my family not good enough, or did I not love him enough? Where did I go wrong?" Across the room, Rachel watched with a detached coolness, feeling a twisted sense of relief. Ever since she discovered Tyrone's affair, she felt her heart had been seething with agony. She'd approached James and even Tyrone's secretary, Shirley, for gossip but to no avail. She didn't want her family to know about Tyrone's intentions to discard her, and her days were a torment. But seeing Miranda's was somewhat alleviated by her plight. downfall, she couldn't help the smirk that crept across her face. Her own misery "If I'm suffering, Miranda won't fare any better," Rachel thought with cold satisfaction.
Lilian, feeling her heart aching for her daughter, cursed Jerfor his infidelity. "Men are scoundrels," she spat it out before shooting a scomful glare at Sean.
Sean, however, remained stoic. "Enough with the , Miranda. It's tyou checked that princess attitude," he said with a firm voice. Though he was her father, Sean secretly sympathized with Jerome. He knew his daughter well; her high-maintenance ways could drive any man away. Men, he knew, preferred a gentle touch, and as a man, he was acutely aware of this truth.
Besides, for a bachelor like Jerome, it would have been odd not to have women vying for his attention.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Father, are you even on my side? Jerome's out there with another woman, and you blme? What did I do wrong? Where did I fail?" Miranda's voice was a mixture of anger and despair; she was unable to see her own faults.
Lilian was quick to console her by reassuring her, "It's not your fault, darling. It's that seductress. Your relationship with Jerhas been stable for years, and she must have lured him away." "Yes, she must have! That witch. I'll tear her apart." Rachel's eyes flickered with a hint of scorn. Stable relationship? If it were truly stable, they would be married by now. Three years had passed, and yet there was no talk of marriage, not even an engagement.
Sean felt his head throbbed with the noise. "Enough! Tomorrow'll speak Jerome. He's a
man; you need to give him srespect.". The content is onovelenglish.net!
He wanted to tell her to be more gentle, to avoid making a scene at every turn, but the sight of Miranda gearing up for another outburst made him promptly seal his lips.