Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

The entire Guzman family stood on the second floor. Staring at the completely trashed room, their shock and disbelief mirrored Beatrice's feelings.
Chancey swiftly shielded Yalena's view, then turned to Yancey and ordered, "Take Yalena back to her room. She's not to come out unless I say so." He was afraid that Yalena would be frightened by such a disturbing scene.
Amidst this squalid scene, Quinlyn sat unfazed by the bedside, her pristine white dress a stark contrast to the grim surroundings.
"Downstairs. Now," Graham snapped, his face dark with anger.
Quinlyn cast a calm, sweeping glance around the room before rising to her feet. She followed the rest of the family downstairs, making sure to deadbolt the door behind her. She acted as if she were handling some priceless treasure.
The Guzman men were a picture of speechless dismay at the sight. They thought, 'What the hell is going on here?'
Quinlyn sat alone, like in a tribunal interrogation, facing the three members of the Guzman family.
"Explain what happened last night. What did you do to Yarden?" Graham demanded coldly.
Quinlyn slumped against the sofa cushion, looking lazy. Without a care, she tossed something onto the table. "Nothing special. I just fed him seven of these," she said.
After just a glance, Graham exploded, "You! What were you thinking? You're just a kid." He was so furious that he could barely get the words out.
Chancey picked up the box of pills, frowned at Quinlyn, and demanded, "Where did you learn this? With a massive dose like that, Yarden could end up with permanent, irreversible damage. Can you take responsibility for that?"
His words were well-reasoned and hard to refute.
Quinlyn murmured a noncommittal "Mm," not even glancing up as she picked up her phone. Only then did she notice that Yasin had bombarded her with a bunch of messages early in the morning, all pictures.
She opened the photo and found it was stacks of review materials, piled up to a height of one meter.
Yasin texted: [Touched?]
Quinlyn replied: [Too scared to touch it. Seriously, if I even touch it, the whole thing might collapse.'
After replying to the messages, Quinlyn finally lifted her gaze to meet the Guzman men across from her, whose expressions were barely holding together.
Graham knew Quinlyn wasn't someone to be trifled with. He'd learned that the hard way.
As for Chancey, every conversation with Quinlyn seemed to shatter his worldview all over again. He thought, 'She's not listening to a single word.'
Chancey snapped, "This is your attitude after screwing up?"
Finally, a flicker of emotion crossed Quinlyn's face. She countered, "Did I do something wrong? And what exactly did I do wrong?"
She shifted her posture and continued, "Dad, Mom, Chancey, aren't any of you even curious how Yarden ended up in my room? I'm just a girl, since when do I have the power to make him come to my room?
"Why doesn't anyone ask about that? Or maybe Dad doesn't just want to treat Yalena like his own daughter, but also plans to take Yarden in as another son? Is that why you're all so worried about him?"
"You impudent girl. What the hell are you saying?" Graham shouted. He slammed the table, furious.
Quinlyn looked at them with a sweet smile. She sneered, "Or what? Worried Yalena might see something she shouldn't? Worried Yarden might get into trouble?"
She patted her spotless white dress and added, "Truth hurts, I know. But do try to bear with it, won't you?"
Graham was so furious he sprang to his feet.
Chancey's brow kept twitching. He thought, 'If Quinlyn were my client, she'd be the most difficult client from hell I've ever met.'
Evelyn was unusually quiet today. Clearly, she hadn't lived this long without learning a thing or two.
An abrupt silence fell over the room.
Just then, Quinlyn's phone beeped with a new message. She glanced at it and found it was a message from Yasin.
Yasin told her he'd cleared his schedule recently, followed by a brutally packed course timetable that made her wince.
Lowering her lashes, Quinlyn typed: [What's your game getting this close to me? Care to share?]
Before Yasin could reply, she quickly sent another: [Or don't bother. I guess we're not close enough for you to share even a word with me.]
When Yasin saw the messages, he thought, 'She is extra prickly today. Did she have dynamite for breakfast?' But soon, his brows furrowed, and he realized something was off. Without hesitation, he got up and drove away.
Left behind, Timothy stood clutching a stack of files, staring at the empty office. He thought, 'Mr. James hates coming to work. He is obsessed with chasing after that girl. I'm under so much pressure.'
Back at the Guzman residence, after a long silence, Chancey was the first to regain his composure. He said, "You're right. This is our fault. We spoke out of turn before fully assessing the situation." He was quick to back down.
Quinlyn remained completely unfazed, still lounging lazily on the sofa.
Chancey continued, "But regardless of your intentions, I hope you understand, don't take things to such extremes. If anything happens to Yarden, Beatrice will never let it go. Please keep that in mind."
He methodically laid out the pros and cons as if he were negotiating a business deal.
But that was just human nature. The more one invested in someone, the more one would naturally care. This time, his attitude toward Quinlyn had clearly softened somewhat compared to last time.
Chancey added, "Besides, he's Yalena's brother. If you're going to be around Yalena, you'll have to deal with him, too."
Quinlyn idly twirled her fingers. Before her stood three figures, silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The brilliant sunlight poured in from outside, yet their bodies blocked it completely; not a sliver of light managed to reach where she sat.
Quinlyn nodded solemnly, a hint of mock seriousness in her eyes. She replied, "You're absolutely right."
Chancey felt an instant headache coming on as soon as he heard this. He thought, 'As expected.'
Quinlyn smiled and said, "Honestly, I shouldn't have given Yarden those pills. Compared to suffering through life, death is much more liberating, don't you think?"
Chancey thought, 'She's like a porcupine. Prickly all over, impossible to get close to.'
The conversation broke down. Quinlyn had no intention of cooperating.
The three Guzmans were at a loss for how to continue, short of strangling Quinlyn out of sheer frustration.
An awkward stalemate settled over the room.
The doorbell suddenly rang, breaking the tense silence.
Everyone thought it was Beatrice coming back. They thought that maybe Beatrice had finally reached her limit and, when faced with the choice between Yarden's life and Quinlyn's, chose to sacrifice Quinlyn.
The doorbell kept ringing insistently. Even though the Guzmans would rather ignore it, they had no choice but to get up and answer the door.
Yasin said, "Sorry, I'm here to pick up Quinlyn for tutoring." With that, he walked into the house with his usual polite demeanor.
The moment he spotted Quinlyn, his brows knit together. He made his way over and stood beside her, looking down at her. He asked, "Did someone bully you? Why do you look like you're about to cry?"
All members of the Guzman family were stunned. They thought, 'Seriously? Quinlyn, cry?'