Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 144

He knew Cecilia wasn't one for pearls; emeralds were more her style. These days, with pearls being farmed left and right, they hardly seemed special enough for her to wear. It meant that this particular necklace couldn't have been her purchase.

Among her acquaintances, those who'd dare gift her jewelry were few, and even then, she'd only accept pieces that resonated with her taste.

This pearl necklace had Rachel written all over it. That woman always aimed to be unconventional.

The thing was, it wasn't worth much—a mere 'trinket.' Just enough to make it awkward for Cecilia to decline.

Cecilia whispered, "I do like it. The craftsmanship is quite exquisite and it's just a bit of fun to wear, that's all."

Tyrone squinted his eyes at her, "Take it off. Toss it. Don't dawdle."

When Tyrone got heated, family ties meant zip for him. It didn't matter if she was his mother.

Cecilia couldn't stand up to him. Through clenched teeth, she retorted, "Fine, I'll toss it. Humph."

With a huff, she ripped off the necklace and flung it to the floor. "Wilma, take it, get it out of the young master's sight."

Wilma hurried over, scooped up the necklace, and bolted outside.

Cecilia called out, "Throw it far!"

"Sure thing, ma'am," Wilma replied.

Tyrone's voice was icy, "Mom, remember what I said. Keep your distance from her. You're just a pawn in her game."

Cecilia huffed and sat down, "I'm just bored, okay? You're never home, and I've got no one to talk to."

"You could go abroad and live with dad," he suggested.

Cecilia's face turned to ice. "Unless he's dead, don't you dare mention him. I want to hear nothing about him, save for his funeral notice."

Tyrone nodded, "Alright."

He strode back and snatched the coins from her hand, "Don’t bother counting, give them back."

What sins had she committed to raise such a rebellious son? How could he give her a couple of coins and then snatch them back?

No, that wasn't right. Her son never carried such change on him.

Cecilia followed, questioning, "Ty, you weren't conned, were you? Someone palming off their petty cash on you?"

Tyrone spun around abruptly, "Mom, you still haven't paid for that emerald set you had your eye on, have you?"

She coughed awkwardly, "Oh. It just occurred to me that Vivian invited me for cards. I need to go."

Cecilia made a beeline for the door.

Tyrone went upstairs and made a call, "James, buy me a suite at the Harmony Retreat. Don't worry about the cost—bury them with my money."