Novel Palace
Chapter 109
The first light of dawn crept into the room when Quintessa finally found sleep.
Her shoot was on the afternoon, which allowed her the luxury of a restful morning.
At 8:30 am, Manny returned from his morning errand carrying breakfast for Quintessa. He never forgot the doctor’s advice: three square meals a day, with breakfast being the most important.
He had darted out early to grab some oatmeal, considering its benefits for the stomach, and picked up a few veggie muffins along the way, then he rushed to deliver them to Quintessa.
But could someone explain why, upon opening the door, he was greeted by a man, and not just any man, but the one he loathed and feared the most?
Little Manny was dumbstruck, glancing at the room number: “Sorry, I must have got the wrong room.”
Manny turned to leave, feeling dazed.
“Come back.”
That voice sent a shiver down Manny’s spine as he turned back slowly.
Tyrone was leaning against the door–frame, wearing one of Quintessa’s oversized T–shirts and a pair of trousers, with her slippers on his feet–which were too small, leaving his heels sticking out. Despite the odd attire, he still exuded a disheveled elegance; his drowsy eyes did not diminish his handsomeness.
Manny swallowed hard; he gripped the muffins tighter as he sneakily eyed the T–shirt Tyrone was wearing. That was definitely Quinn’s.
Tyrone’s imposing presence made Manny stutter, “I’ve got muffins and oatmeal. Quinn has a serious stomach condition. The doctor insisted she mustn’t skip breakfast:”
“Hand it over, Tyrone demanded.
Worried about Quintessa, Manny clenched his teeth and asked, “Mr. York, why are you in Quinn’s room?”
Manny internally cursed, wondering when this harbinger of doom had arrived.
Quinn, how do I save you?
Tyrone scoffed, “If not me, should it be you?”
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Manny was caught off guard, and before he knew it, the breakfast was snatched from his hands.
Manny hurriedly said, “You’ve got to make sure Quinn eats something, at least finish the oatmeal with dates; it’s good for the stomach. Her condition is serious. Just after you left last time, I took her to the hospital. The doctor said if it’s not taken care of, it could lead to perforation.”
Tyrone’s grip faltered.
He knew about Quintessa’s hospital visit and her stomach issues, but since Mrs. York had told him Quintessa was pregnant, he hadn’t paid much attention to her stomach problems, thinking they weren’t that serious.
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Tyrone felt a heaviness in his heart, though his face remained impassive, “Is that so?”
Seeing Tyrone’s indifference, Manny grew frantic, “Please don’t ignore this. The doctor said if the stomach issues are neglected, they could become malignant, with grave consequences.”
The door closed in Manny’s face.
Tyrone looked down at the paper bag with the muffins and the oatmeal, feeling as if a lump had lodged in his throat, as hard as a rock. Glancing at the bed, he saw Quintessa sleeping soundly; her face was serene, lacking the usual defiance she showed him. Her features were soft, and her plush lips were slightly pursed.
A sudden memory flashed through Tyrone’s mind – the first time he met Quintessa. Back then, her cheeks still held the roundness of youth, but now, they were gone, her jawline became sharper, her face thinner, and her body was much leaner than before