Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 59: Chapter 59

That familiar drug-induced sensation began creeping through Yarden once again.
Quinlyn watched as Yarden struggled violently against the ropes binding him, attempting to stand while guttural groans of agony escaped his throat.
Quinlyn studied Yarden intently, trying to find some beauty in the scene. After all, in all those novels, moments like this were always described as so poetic and beautiful.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find a shred of beauty in it.
There was another knock at the door. Beatrice's dramatic voice followed, saying, "Quinlyn hasn't come out since last night. What if something's happened?"
Then Quinlyn heard the sound of the lock turning. She glanced at the twisting doorknob, impatience flashing in her eyes.
In the next instant, the door clicked open. Two startled gasps rang out in quick succession.
Beatrice exclaimed, "You brat. Even though you and Yarden aren't blood-related, how could you two..." Her words died in her throat before she could finish. She felt the scene in the room was off.
Both Beatrice and Evelyn had been married for years; the air was thick with that all-too-familiar intimate scent, and they could tell what had supposedly happened here.
That was why Beatrice immediately started putting on a show the moment she walked in. She thought, 'A man and a woman together, with such an obvious smell in the air, wasn't it clear what had happened? But this is all wrong.
'Why is Yarden sprawled on the floor like a dead dog? And why is there so much blood, from his neck, down his colorful shirt, even pooling on the floor?
'And what's wrong with Yarden's deathly expression and the strange tone in his voice? What did Quinlyn do to Yarden?'
Quinlyn stood there in an ivory knee-length dress, her hair softly pinned up. Her skin and the milky gown made her seem to glow in the dimly lit room, as if she were ethereal, untouched by this mortal world.
She looked so pure, so otherworldly, it was as if she didn't belong to the realm of mortals. It looked like the sordidness in the room had nothing to do with her.
Facing such a huge contrast between Quinlyn and Yarden, no one would ever imagine that anything could have happened between them.
When Yarden saw Beatrice, he clung to her like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline, sobbing desperately, "Mom, help me. Save me. Quinlyn's gone mad. She wants me dead, she's torturing me to death."
Though he screamed himself hoarse, the drug-induced euphoria of the entire night had already drained every last ounce of his strength.
Beatrice had spared no effort in pampering Yarden since he was a child. Despite their modest means, she never let him suffer. Now, seeing Yarden looking as if he were near death, she was overwhelmed with grief.
She rushed over to embrace Yarden, her face twisted with fury as she glared at Quinlyn. She spat, "You heartless creature. How could you torture Yarden like this?"
Quinlyn idly toyed with her nails and drawled, "You don't leave anything for anyone else to say, do you? I haven't even asked you to pay for wrecking this whole room. Does it even look livable to you?"
Yarden was writhing in agony, still crying out, his body twisting uncontrollably. By this point, even the thought of finding a woman for relief was meaningless. His whole body was racked with excruciating pain.
The relentless chemical high made his head feel like it was about to split open. Between convulsions, all he could do was rasp, one desperate plea after another: "Help me."
Beatrice's heart ached more with every glance at Yarden, and that pain quickly ignited into white-hot rage toward Quinlyn. Without a second thought, she sprang to her feet, ready to tear Quinlyn limb from limb.
Quinlyn curled her lips in disdain and deftly sidestepped. Then, she asked Evelyn, "Are you just going to stand there and watch?"
Evelyn, having never witnessed anything like this before, stood frozen in shock. After a moment, she finally stammered, "Don't fight. Maybe this is all just a misunderstanding."
Her reaction was so flat that even the bystanders watching showed more emotion than she did.
Beatrice said, "Evelyn, Quinlyn has truly gone mad. She dared to attack Yarden today. Who knows if she'll turn on Yalena next?"
Quinlyn caught, out of the corner of her eye, Evelyn hesitating to step in. She sneered inside, 'How predictable.' Without warning, she kicked Beatrice back with a sudden burst of force.
Beatrice, "You dare lay a hand on me. You little bitch, do you think you're some pampered princess now?"
The fight didn't break out after all.
Yarden couldn't take it anymore. His whole body convulsed violently, like he was having a seizure, before he passed out cold.
Beatrice panicked, screaming frantically for an ambulance.
Just then, the other three members of the Guzman family finally showed up just in time.
Under normal circumstances, their return would have coincided perfectly with Yarden wearing a satisfied smirk, and Beatrice making some wild remark like, "Who knew these two would get together? But hey, becoming in-laws sounds perfect."
But this time, the script had gone wrong.
The three walked in to see Yarden, foam at the corners of his mouth, being loaded into an ambulance, while Beatrice looked torn between rushing to the hospital and tearing Quinlyn apart.
As soon as Beatrice spotted the three Guzmans, she launched into hysterical screams and wails, and, almost miraculously, cooked up a story on the spot.
"So you're saying Quinlyn liked Yarden. Then she went psycho and tortured him all night?" Yancy said, his face full of utter disbelief.
He thought, 'I could understand her fighting Yalena over Zachary. After all, his status and looks speak for themselves. But rape Yarden?'
Sobbing uncontrollably, Beatrice wailed, "If anything happens to my son, Quinlyn will pay for it." With that, unable to suppress her motherly instincts any longer, she rushed after the ambulance to the hospital.
The Guzman men exchanged a long, speechless look.
After a long pause, Graham finally burst out, "This is ridiculous. What kind of mess is this, day after day?"
Chancey frowned and said, "Let's not jump to conclusions yet, but sending someone to the hospital is definitely over the line."
Neither of them seemed the least bit concerned about not coming home last night.
Yancey glanced at them, thinking, 'Seriously? You guys still have no idea what happened?'
Just then, Yalena skipped cheerfully out of the car. She called out, "Dad, Mom, Chancey, Yancy, why are you all standing at the door?"
Graham asked, "Why are you coming home so early this morning?"
Yalena explained, "My friends haven't seen me in ages. School's about to start, and our study group still had some stuff to work out, so I stayed over at a friend's place last night. I told Mom about it."
Graham nodded and dropped the subject.
Chancey didn't give it another thought either.
Yancey thought to himself, 'So, who exactly was home last night? Was it just a coincidence that every single family member happened to be out?'
Yalena slipped her arm through Evelyn's and asked sweetly, "Mommy, did something happen at home? Everyone's acting kind of strange."
Evelyn hesitated, at a loss for words.
Yalena hadn't contacted Evelyn, so she still didn't know if their plan had worked. She couldn't just ask directly, but she could always probe Quinlyn. She asked, "Where is Quinlyn? Still in bed?"
Just then, the second-floor window swung open. Quinlyn stood at the window, looking down at the family below, and said, "No, I've been up for a while now, Yalena."