Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

As Quinlyn reached the doorway, before she even stepped inside, Beatrice charged at her.
Eyes blazing with fury, Beatrice shouted, "What did you do to Yalena, you bitch? She is your sister. How could you treat her like this?"
Quinlyn thought, 'She is livid—she couldn't stop the curses from pouring out.' She gave a cold smile and shot back, "What did I do? She's your biological daughter, not mine. I don't recall ever having a sister."
Quinlyn's words left no room for courtesy as she publicly ripped off their hypocritical masks. Her voice was perfectly modulated—just loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.
From inside, sobs and reprimands came in rapid succession.
Quinlyn ran her tongue over her teeth and smirked disdainfully. She'd kept her cool until today, but looking at the crowd in the house, she could barely contain her fury.
She thought, 'If I'm going to be miserable, might as well drag everyone down with me.'
Quinlyn glanced at the fuming Beatrice and said with feigned politeness, "Would you mind moving aside?"
Beatrice shouted, "I knew it. You're so calculating. Everything before was just an act. All you ever wanted was to marry up. Now that the Fletcher family favors you more, you think you're too good for the rest of us."
Beatrice knew how to stir the pot. She dragged the whole family in, driving everyone's anger toward Quinlyn to the boiling point. She was just waiting for Quinlyn to start making excuses, which would be her perfect opening.
Quinlyn pushed past Beatrice and sauntered inside with deliberate slowness. Her slender frame stood tall and straight-backed as she took two deliberate steps forward.
Once she could see everyone's faces, she nodded with mock seriousness and said to Beatrice, "You're right. Really, you are." As she spoke, she gave a thumbs-up in a mock gesture of admiration.
Beatrice was left speechless.
Just then, Graham snapped sternly, "Get inside now. Do you want to make a spectacle of ourselves by standing at the doorway?"
Quinlyn flashed a sarcastic thumbs-up and said, "Spot on. Let's keep our dirty laundry in-house."
Graham was left stunned into silence.
Yancy and Chancey were summoned home today. As soon as they walked in, they were shocked to see Yalena with fresh marks on her face and her eyes swollen like peaches from crying.
No matter how much they pressed her, Yalena just sobbed uncontrollably, incoherently calling out "Zachary" and "Quinlyn" in turns.
From Yalena's broken, tearful account, they pieced together the whole story. Quinlyn had hooked up with Zachary. On the island, Quinlyn repeatedly and deliberately humiliated Yalena, trying to drive a wedge between Yalena and Zachary. Quinlyn even forced Xavier to kneel and dance.
Initially, Yancy and Chancey couldn't quite believe it. They thought, 'Although Quinlyn is difficult, she wouldn't go so far as to do something that outrageous.
'Besides, from the way Quinlyn acted, she didn't seem particularly interested in Zachary.'
But upon seeing Quinlyn's indifferent attitude, Yancy and Chancey changed their minds.
Quinlyn looked radiant and well-rested, her arrogant demeanor evident in every glance. On the other hand, Yalena looked like a mistreated princess, with bright red and glaring marks on her face.
Such a stark contrast made Yancy and Chancey begin to believe Yalena's story.
Evelyn couldn't take it anymore. She snapped, "Quinlyn, what the hell are you trying to do? Did you come back just to get back at us? You won't be happy until you've destroyed this family, will you?"
Quinlyn thought, 'Evelyn and Yalena are like mother and daughter. Both of them just love firing off one accusatory question after another.
'I am really something. I managed to accomplish in just a few days what would normally take years to accomplish.'
Meeting Evelyn's burning glare of pure loathing, Quinlyn casually arched a brow and said, "Wrong."
Evelyn roared, "You still dare to make an excuse? Look at this mess you've made."
Quinlyn wagged her finger with a smirk and said, "Oh please, you're giving me way too much credit. As if all I want is to tear this family apart."
Evelyn's face flushed crimson with rage.
Worried that the situation would get out of hand, Chancey stepped forward and said, "Let's all say a little less for now. Mom, don't be so quick to anger. There might be more to this than we think."
Then he turned to Quinlyn and said, "Give an explanation for the marks on Yalena's face." His tone was clipped and stern. Far more restrained than Evelyn's explosive fury, he kept his emotions tightly in check.
But Quinlyn knew exactly how furious Chancey was.
As an overprotective brother turned devoted second lead, Chancey's attachment to Yalena was undeniable. The fact that he hadn't lashed out when Yalena was hurt spoke volumes about his self-control.
Quinlyn took in the whole scene and finally let out a laugh. She sneered, "What if I said I was the one who pinched Yalena? So, Chancey, what are you going to do? Hit me back?"
Chancey's face darkened as he took an impulsive step forward, but was immediately grabbed by Yancy, the only clear-headed one left in the family.
Yancy called out urgently, "Chancey, what are you doing? And you, Quinlyn, would it kill you to just say some sweet talk for once?"
Quinlyn shrugged and retorted inside, 'Like hell I would. I've said enough sweet talk to last a lifetime. And what good did it ever do?'
Yancy noticed a fleeting daze on Quinlyn's face, as if he'd almost glimpsed something real beneath her mask. But that flicker of emotion vanished as quickly as it appeared, and when he looked again, that polite, insincere smile was back on her lips.
Quinlyn feigned understanding and addressed the room with a mocking smile. She said, "What exactly counts as 'sweet talk'? My apologies for leaving red marks on Yalena's face. I do hope you'll all forgive me, if that's what you want to hear. Thank you."
Yancy thought, 'That's not an apology. That's just begging for a beating.'
Chancey struggled against the grip holding him and growled, "Let go of me!"
Yancy said, "Chancey, calm down."
Chancey said, "I'm not going to hit anyone." He forced himself to calm down, his rage subsiding just a little.
Over the years, it had become clear that Graham was gradually handing over full control of the company to Chancey. So even with Graham present, Chancey naturally took center stage.
In a steady voice, Chancey said, "Let's all calm down. We're family, after all. I don't want a few petty issues to come between us.
"Whether we're bound by blood or by the ties we've built, the fact that we're all here together means this is the bond fate has given us in this life."
"Well said," Graham remarked and nodded approvingly.
Quinlyn thought, 'What is this, a pyramid scheme pitch?'
Chancey continued, "Quinlyn, come sit over there. We're settling this as a family today. Let's air everything out. I won't tolerate these petty squabbles happening again and again.
"If you have any demands, state them clearly. With all this drama, what exactly are you after?"
Chancey was still seething, every word dripping with cold formality. He didn't act like he was talking to his own sister.
Yancy was about to speak again, but a sharp glare from Chancey instantly silenced him.