Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 68: Chapter 68

The secretary watched as Quinlyn entered, and soon after, an escalating commotion erupted from inside. The ruckus grew louder and louder, as if they were about to tear the office apart.
Between the two, one attacked without mercy, while the other had to hold back, though as a grown man, even his restraint was formidable. The chaos inside was easy to imagine.
After what felt like an eternity, the commotion in the office finally subsided. The secretary, not daring to lift her head, walked in. She was met with complete devastation—broken glass and debris everywhere, including several of Chancey's most treasured ornaments.
She knew how much he cherished them. Whenever she dusted, she used the softest wipes and the gentlest touch, terrified of causing even the slightest scratch. He was terrified they might get broken, yet now they were shattered.
What she didn't know was that the real chaos had only begun after that ornament hit the floor. "Mr. Guzman," the secretary approached nervously.
"Get someone to clean this up," Chancey ordered.
"Yes, sir."
"Forget everything that happened today," he added.
"Understood."
"Good. Go to the Finance Department to collect your bonus." After the secretary left, Chancey frowned at the shattered ornament. A thought popped into his mind, 'Kids are just so hard to teach.'
He recalled accidentally bumping into Quinlyn just now. He'd restrained his strength, but with her delicate skin, bruises would inevitably appear. He had a strong feeling that his next unexpected visitor would be arriving soon.
For a moment, he felt like he was trapped in an endless cycle.
Dusk settled over the Guzman residence. After a day of oppressive tension, the family gathered around the dinner table once more, though their faces told different stories.
When Chancey walked in with his bruised face, the atmosphere at the table eased just a little. Yalena and Yancy immediately bombarded him with questions, eager to know what had happened.
Although Graham and Evelyn were clearly concerned, their emotions were still off. After a couple of questions, they fell silent again. No one spoke or had any appetite at the table.
Quinlyn was the only exception. From the moment she sat down, she dug into her meal with gusto. Her brain cells worked overtime today. So she was starving. And the others' faces whetted her appetite.
The bandage on her hand stood out starkly. Chancey's lips twitched at the sight. He knew there shouldn't be many bruises on her body. But that bandaged hand suggested otherwise.
Their eyes kept darting to Quinlyn's face and the bandage on her hand.
Although Chancey hadn't shown the surveillance footage to Yasin, he had shown it to Graham and Evelyn. After seeing it, they sat in heavy silence, experiencing for the first time an agonizing sense of guilt and anxiety.
So when they suddenly noticed the bandage on Quinlyn's hand, they wondered if it was an injury from last night, and perhaps they'd missed it in the morning rush. Their gazes grew even more conflicted.
As for Yancy and Yalena, Chancey had never intended for either of them to get involved in this mess.
Little did he know, Yalena already knew everything. She just wasn't sure whether the plan had succeeded. Since that morning, she hadn't been able to reach Callie, and the oppressive atmosphere at home left her no chance to ask.
As for Yancy, he was unusually quiet, eating in silence. He only looked up when Graham asked about Quinlyn's injury.
Quinlyn raised her hand, a faint smile on her lips. "It's nothing, just a scratch."
"That saying 'nothing matters, not even life or death' might as well have been written for you," Yancy snapped, abruptly standing up. "I'm done eating." With that, he stormed upstairs.
Yancy had always been sarcastic with her, never missing a chance to pick a fight no matter the occasion. Quinlyn didn't mind. She just thought Yancy seemed particularly irritable. Her fingers twitched with the urge to teach him a lesson.
After leaving Chancey's office today, she let out a long, deep breath. All that pent-up frustration seemed to melt away in that moment. She realized that fighting could be so good.
Yalena called after Yancy, "Yancy, you barely touched your food."
"Lost my appetite just looking," Yancy retorted.
What had killed his appetite went without saying. Yalena forced a smile at Quinlyn. "Don't be upset, Quinlyn. Yancy just has a childish temper. He didn't mean it."
Yalena had said things like that more times than Quinlyn could count. Back then, Quinlyn would swallow her pride just to be liked by everyone. But she was young, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help feeling hurt and jealous.
She admitted that as a villainess, she wouldn't be pure of heart. Or she wouldn't have died stuck in this role.
Quinlyn reached for the dish she and Yalena both loved—the one that always ended up in front of Yalena—and, eating as she spoke, said, "Pisses me off. Might just go up and teach him a lesson later."
Yalena froze, not sure how to respond. After a moment, she stammered, "Quinlyn, you're joking, right?"
Quinlyn shook her head. "Nope. I mean it."
"Quinlyn, please don't. Yancy really means well. I know something happened today, though I don't know what, but he's been worried about you all day. He cares about you."
Quinlyn just hummed indifferently. To her, Yancy was just a brat who needed a good spanking. He and Rita were both annoying.
Another matter caught Quinlyn's attention. She arched an eyebrow and teased, "Oh? You really have no idea what happened, Yalena?" Her tone was light and relaxed, as if she were just making casual conversation.
"W-what do you mean by that, Quinlyn?" Yalena's hands clenched tightly under the table. After what happened last night—the most reckless thing Yalena had ever done at her age—it was no wonder her nerves were stretched thin.
As the doting elder brother, Chancey also spoke up. "Alright, I have something to say. Everyone, settle down."
Yalena glanced at Chancey and pouted slightly as she lowered her head. She was upset that Chancey played the peacemaker instead of standing up for her.
Chancey sighed and suddenly called out, "Yalena."
Hearing this, Yalena immediately turned her misty eyes toward him. "What is it, Chancey?"
"There's something I decided on my own. I owe you an apology." His unusually solemn tone made Yalena's heart sink with growing unease.