Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

At the same time, outside the ICU ward of the hospital, the entire Young family was gathered. Lilian had fainted from crying a couple of times, and Sean seemed to have aged a decade in just moments – their only son lay injured inside.

Lilian’s eyes were nearly swollen shut from tears, and her face twisted with frantic grief as she screamed at the police officer who had come to inquire. “That monster who hit my son – he must pay with his life! My boy is so badly hurt; why should he still be alive?”

Matthew’s condition was grave: a fractured skull, a left leg shattered into pieces, a ruptured liver, internal bleeding in his abdomen, and a broken spine. The doctors were uncertain if he would ever wake up. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Even if he did, chances were he’d never stand again. In short, the Youngs‘ only son was, for all intents and purposes, ruined. The blow to Lilian was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

The officer was irritated and helpless as he reiterated, “Mrs. Young, the cause of this accident was primarily your son’s failure to obey traffic laws. He was speeding and ran a red light, crashing into a vehicle that was moving legally. Your son should bear the main responsibility.”

Internally, the officer felt that the SUV’s driver was an innocent victim caught in the crossfire.

Sean, holding back a sobbing Lilian, said, “My son has loved motorbikes since he was young. He’s never had an accident in all these years, never even a ticket. I think there’s something fishy about this accident.”

The officer frowned, “If you don’t trust our findings, you can check the surveillance footage from the intersection yourself. We’ve based our conclusions on that footage and a detailed technical analysis of

the crash site. If you insist on questioning this, there’s nothing more we can do.”

The officer left after explaining the situation. The Young family members sat in heavy silence.

Sean asked Miranda to help Lilian get some rest.

Rachel had been quiet until the mother and daughter left, and then she asked, “Sean, have you heard from Quintessa recently?”

At the mention of Quintessa, Sean’s brow furrowed, “Why bring her up all of a sudden?”

Rachel shook her head, “I don’t know. I just feel like something’s been off recently. Everywhere.”

Sean was in no mood for this, his mind painfully burdened by his son’s accident.

“Don’t talk to me about that harbinger of doom. One of these days, I’ll make sure she’s gone for good. Something’s not right about this accident. I’m going to have it quietly investigated. And our dealings with Mr. York, no matter what, must continue, at least out of the public eye, you understand?”

Rachel clenched her teeth, “I understand. I won’t let it go either.”

For three years, she knew Sean had hired hitmen multiple times, but none had succeeded. The unease in Rachel’s heart deepened.

Quintessa was like a ticking time bomb in her life, one that could destroy her if it went off. Quintessa had to die so she could have peace of mind.

In the evening, Quintessa had just finished a photoshoot for a magazine cover and grabbed a casual dinner with Manny and Violet.

As the night darkened, Violet instructed Manny to drive Quintessa home. Before leaving, Violet took Quintessa’s hand, “Are you sure you don’t want to see Mr. York today?”

“Absolutely sure. When it comes to reeling in a man, I think I’ve got the upper hand.”

Violet playfully smudged Quintessa’s makeup, “Go on back home. And hey, you’re living next door to Great Snow

Jackson. Try to cozy up to him a bit more.”

Quintessa teased back, “Aren’t you afraid I might end up cozying up to him in bed?“

At the same time, outside the ICU ward of the hospital, the entire Young family was gathered. Lilian had fainted from crying a couple of times, and Sean seemed to have aged a decade in just moments – their only son lay injured inside.

Lilian’s eyes were nearly swollen shut from tears, and her face twisted with frantic grief as she screamed at the police officer who had come to inquire, “That monster who hit my son – he must pay with his life! My boy is so badly hurt; why should he still be alive?”

Matthew’s condition was grave: a fractured skull, a left leg shattered into pieces, a ruptured liver, internal bleeding in his abdomen, and a broken spine. The doctors were uncertain if he would ever wake up.

Even if he did, chances were he’d never stand again. In short, the Youngs‘ only son was, for all intents and purposes, ruined. The blow to Lilian was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

The officer was irritated and helpless as he reiterated, “Mrs. Young, the cause of this accident was primarily your son’s failure to obey traffic laws. He was speeding and ran a red light, crashing into a vehicle that was moving legally. Your son should bear the main responsibility.”

Internally, the officer felt that the SUV’s driver was an innocent victim caught in the crossfire.

Sean, holding back a sobbing Lilian, said, “My son has loved motorbikes since he was young. He’s never had an accident in all these years, never even a ticket. I think there’s something fishy about this accident.”

The officer frowned, “If you don’t trust our findings, you can check the surveillance footage from the intersection yourself. We’ve based our conclusions on that footage and a detailed technical analysis of the crash site. If you insist on questioning this, there’s nothing more we can do.”

The officer left after explaining the situation. The Young family members sat in heavy silence.

Sean asked Miranda to help Lilian get some rest.

Rachel had been quiet until the mother and daughter left, and then she asked, “Sean, have you heard from Quintessa recently?”

At the mention of Quintessa, Sean’s brow furrowed, “Why bring her up all of a sudden?”

Rachel shook her head, “I don’t know. I just feel like something’s been off recently. Everywhere.”

Sean was in no mood for this, his mind painfully burdened by his son’s accident.

“Don’t talk to me about that harbinger of doom. One of these days, I’ll make sure she’s gone for good. Something’s not right about this accident. I’m going to have it quietly investigated. And our dealings with Mr. York, no matter what, must continue, at least out of the public eye, you understand?”

Rachel clenched her teeth, “I understand. I won’t let it go either.”

For three years, she knew Sean had hired hitmen multiple times, but none had succeeded. The unease in Rachel’s heart deepened.

Quintessa was like a ticking time bomb in her life, one that could destroy her if it went off. Quintessa had to die so she could have peace of mind.

In the evening, Quintessa had just finished a photoshoot for a magazine cover and grabbed a casual dinner with Manny and Violet.

As the night darkened, Violet instructed Manny to drive Quintessa home. Before leaving, Violet took Quintessa’s hand, “Are you sure you don’t want to see Mr. York today?”

“Absolutely sure. When it comes to reeling in a man, I think I’ve got the upper hand.”

Violet playfully smudged Quintessa’s makeup, “Go on back home. And hey, you’re living next door to Great Snow

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Jackson. Try to cozy up to him a bit more.”

Quintessa teased back, “Aren’t you afraid I might end up cozying up to him in bed?”