Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Quinlyn blinked, didn't hesitate for a second, and turned to stride out. She had an eight-hour class and a two-hour piano lesson today. She was swamped.
Five minutes later, Quinlyn noticed Yancy, the same brother who'd just been looking at her with utter disdain, was tailing her again.
Quinlyn thought irritably, 'What the hell is wrong with Yarden? If he's going to despise me, can't he at least be consistent about it?'
Yasin didn't show up today, so Quinlyn had to hail a cab to class alone. Yancy immediately hailed another taxi and started tailing her.
The driver eyed the car ahead with gossipy curiosity. "Hey, kid, you following a cheating lover or something?"
Yancy shook his head urgently. "That's my sister. Just follow them."
The driver wondered if Yancy was some kind of creep.
Quinlyn arrived at the location and lingered in a corner for a few minutes. Sure enough, she spotted Yarden sneaking after her, looking as suspicious as ever.
"Where'd she go?" Yancy muttered, scratching his head. As he was at a corner, Quinlyn suddenly jumped out.
Yancy let out a string of startled yelps, stumbling back several steps before his feet slipped out from under him and he landed flat on his backside in a most undignified heap.
Ten minutes later, what was supposed to be a one-on-one lesson had somehow turned into a two-on-one. But not in the expected way, it wasn't the teacher instructing both of them. Instead, it was Yarden and the teacher teaming up against Quinlyn.
For the first five minutes after entering, Yancy stood dumbfounded. He never expected Quinlyn to actually be here for a lesson. He knew Quinlyn was bad at studying. And he couldn't figure out why she could hire a tutor.
Then, when Quinlyn pulled out last night's homework, Yancy was shocked.
"I'm just saying, these problems are so easy. You really need the teacher to explain them twice? Just do it like this. Boom, solved." Yancy grumbled, rubbing his sore backside and shooting Quinlyn a look of disdain.
"Just shut up already," snapped Quinlyn.
Leonard, a gentleman in his sixties who only allowed Quinlyn to address him as "Mr. Larson," observed Yancy's solution and nodded in approval. "Yes, this method is straightforward and concise. Quinlyn, you should learn from him."
Quinlyn shot Yancy a bitter glance.
Yancy cackled, hands on his hips, boasting, "See how awesome I am? Why waste money on a tutor? Just beg me to be your tutor. I can't teach you anything."
From then on, things just snowballed. Yancy's approach was all about bold experimentation. Leonard, on the other hand, was the epitome of a meticulous old-school scholar.
When these two collided, despite Yancy's relative inexperience, they had the perfect guinea pig, Quinlyn.
After four grueling hours of morning classes, not only did the dark circles under Quinlyn's eyes show no sign of fading, but her entire complexion had turned ashen with exhaustion.
Yancy lifted his chin arrogantly. "As a Guzman, you shouldn't be this mediocre. But with me here, just work harder and you can pick any Ivy League school you want."
Quinlyn rolled her eyes. "What, you think you own those Ivy League schools or something?" She couldn't be bothered to argue with him. She strode out without a second glance.
Yancy called after her, "Hey, where are you going?"
Quinlyn shot back sarcastically, "I'm off to the depths of the earth to absorb nutrients from the soil."
Yancy was in such a good mood. He could make sense of what Quinlyn was saying. The real reason was that he'd just seen her get put in her place during class, which gave him a strange sense of satisfaction.
Turned out, even Quinlyn could lose her nerves sometimes. When the teacher scolded her, she didn't dare talk back, looking every bit the boot-licking sycophant.
As Quinlyn's stand-in teacher, Yancy found himself occasionally basking in this delightful sense of superiority. "Come on, I'm in a great mood. I'm treating you to a feast."
Quinlyn stared at the lavish spread, and only one thought flashed through her mind: 'He must have lost it.' Her second thought was, 'Wait, is this food poisoned? I don't have any plot armor. I may actually kick the bucket.'
She hesitated. Yancy's enthusiasm was a far cry from the guy who wouldn't even let her wear a dress when they first met.
"Eat up," Yancy urged. Then, as if reading Quinlyn's mind, he added with a smirk, "Relax, it's not poisoned. Just eat."
Quinlyn was so starving that she felt light-headed. "Let's get one thing straight. I'll eat this meal, but I won't agree to any of your demands, so don't get your hopes up." Without another word, she started wolfing down the food.
At first, Yancy didn't care. In fact, he was secretly gloating. But as Quinlyn kept wolfing down the meal, an unexpected twinge of guilt crept in.
As children of the Guzman family, they had grown up surrounded by such luxuries, yet Quinlyn was so focused on eating that her head was practically buried in her bowl.
Yancy found himself placing a tender piece of crab meat into her bowl. "Go ahead, eat up. If that's not enough, I'll get you more," he said, giving her a motherly gaze.
Quinlyn felt the food she'd just eaten churning in her stomach. "Is this his new trick now?" She wondered if Yancy was pulling some new trick. "Yancy." Quinlyn set down her fork with a sigh.
"Huh? What's up?" Yancy's eyes sparkled as they fixed on her, but not with their usual mischief. Instead, they radiated an almost maternal glow, growing more intense by the second.
Quinlyn shook her head slightly and signaled for the waiter.
Yancy, thinking she wanted to order more, gave her an indulgent look.
To his surprise, Quinlyn quietly spoke to the waiter, and took out her phone to pay. Only after she finished did she pick up her fork and say, "There, you've succeeded. This meal's on me. If you're not hungry, you can go. I'm busy today."
Quinlyn shook her head with a sigh. "Relax, I'm really fine. I'm not going to do anything drastic or hurt anyone you care about. You really don't have to keep following me around." She was creeped out by Yancy.
Yancy was stunned by her words. That was not what he meant at all.
He hadn't slept a wink all night, replaying everything that had happened during the day. The more he thought about it, the more unsettled he felt. That was why, first thing in the morning, he decided to follow her.
He wasn't afraid she'd hurt anyone else; what really scared him was that she might do something drastic to herself.
After speaking, Quinlyn didn't wait for Yarden's response. As she was eating, Yasin's text message popped up on her phone. Since she paid for the meal, she invited Yasin over.
Ten minutes later, Yasin arrived in a loose light blue shirt, looking much more youthful and vibrant. When he spotted Yancy, he raised an eyebrow at Quinlyn.
Quinlyn waved her hand. "Come on, dig in. It's on me."
Yancy was speechless. But he couldn't help but wonder what Yasin was doing here.