Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

He meant that only dead people needed a vigil. She thought, 'Alright, he's not watching over me; he's been through an all-night 'How to Win Arguments' course.
'Look at him—just one night, and his skills have improved so much that he can actually insult someone now. To think before today, his level was on par with Rita's, all bark with no bite.'
Yancy walked ahead. He seemed like a carefree teenager, but in reality, he had a very regular routine. He'd never done things like staying up all night in an internet cafe, gaming.
So, staying up this time was tough on him. He'd already consumed every caffeinated drink available and was so close to taking some meds.
But he was still so tired that he could barely keep focus. He figured he just needed to last through one meal.
The next moment, he stumbled and almost fell. Quinlyn, who had been watching him closely, quickly grabbed him, spinning him around before he ended up in her arms.
Quinlyn said, "Yancy, if you want to jump into my arms, there's no need to be so dramatic."
Yancy felt speechless and thought, 'I want to kill someone now, and Quinlyn's at the top of my list.'
Quinlyn didn't hold on to him for long; she let go of the clearly exhausted but stubborn guy.
From that point on, Yancy walked very cautiously, even on flat ground. He looked like an old lady, afraid that the same scene might repeat itself. Quinlyn didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry.
Maybe it was due to the effectiveness of Yasin's medication, and when Quinlyn reached the dining table, she found out that Beatrice was still asleep.
And beside her, Yancy looked stunned when he learned that Beatrice hadn't left her room all night. He thought, 'So what was I up all night for?'
Quinlyn ignored the guy next to her who was clearly having a mental meltdown. Instead, she focused on Yalena and quickly noticed something was off.
Today, Yalena was using her left hand to drink soup, and she avoided picking up forks. She wasn't wearing one of her usual sleeveless dresses but had on a rare long-sleeved shirt paired with a pleated skirt, which didn't look out of place.
Chancey and Evelyn also noticed something unusual about her.
Yalena shook her head nonchalantly. "I got a bit cold last night and fell asleep in the breeze without covering my right hand, so it hurts today. I'm just not using it."
The excuse sounded plausible, but Quinlyn didn't believe a word of it, especially after what Yasin had said. She glanced down at her own arm.
Even if Yalena had strength, she was still just a girl, so all she had left were a few bright red nail marks from the tips of her fingers—barely noticeable unless you were staring intently.
Meanwhile, Yalena's arm likely had marks she couldn't show at all. Remembering how Yalena had come home crying last night made it clear to Quinlyn. She thought, 'Sure, revenge feels sweet, but that's not something a principled person would do.'
After finishing her meal, Yancy stood to walk Quinlyn to the door. Yalena watched it all, commenting, "Yancy and Quinlyn have such a good relationship."
Chancey followed her gaze and noticed the bright red marks on her arm, looking puzzled.
At the door, Yancy felt like his mission was finally complete, but he didn't forget to add, "Tell Leonard I won't make it today; I'll discuss things with him tomorrow."
Quinlyn thought, 'No need for that.'
Yancy then added, "You better study well today. Don't think just because I'm not there, you can get away with misbehaving. I'll give you a set of practice questions later."
Quinlyn retorted, "Stop pretending to be the boss around here. You only got this position by sheer stubbornness."
"Doesn't matter, as long as it works." He waved nonchalantly, letting out a big yawn.
Quinlyn observed him and said, "I bet you were outside my room all night, weren't you?"
Yancy was taken aback. "What are you talking about? You're so full of yourself..."
Quinlyn wasn't blind. He clearly hadn't slept last night; when they first met up, his face showed marks from the door's pattern.
Ignoring his jumpy response, Quinlyn stated calmly, "Don't worry about it.
"Beatrice's son is that way. And if she woke up in the middle of the night and tried to attack me, the outcome wouldn't change. I'd be kind enough to send her to meet her late husband."
When Quinlyn spoke, her voice was emotionless, cold like a blade. Yancy looked at her, feeling both unfamiliar and as if this was exactly how it should be.
He should have advised her, given the complexity of their relationship; it shouldn't get too ugly. Everyone understood that. But at that moment, he thought it should be this way.
He thought, 'Why should my sister endure bullying? She should repay everything—twice over.'
Seeing Yancy still standing there in a daze, Quinlyn continued, "You better go back and rest properly. No need to stay by my door tonight." With that, she walked away.
Yancy watched her slender figure disappear into the distance, feeling a pang in his heart. Quinlyn was preparing for the SATs, and it seemed no one in the family had asked about it—only an outsider had offered help.
Quinlyn had been bullied, and instead of resolving it, their family brought the bully's mother into their home. It seemed nobody thought this was dangerous.
"I won't let what happened last time happen again," he called out.
Quinlyn waved nonchalantly. "Don't worry; no matter how many times it happens, it's others who will be unlucky."
Since that day, Quinlyn's life had been a non-stop whirlwind of activities.
To Quinlyn's surprise, she had anticipated some confrontation with Beatrice, but it seemed she was plotting something in the shadows, maintaining an unexpected restraint.
This restraint was effective in its own way. For instance, it meant that she and Yarden weren't forced to leave Albion again.
Quinlyn chuckled lightly, not overly concerned, but Yancy lost his temper and went straight to confront Chancey. No one knew what the two brothers talked about, but whatever it was, it led to a cold war between them for several days.
During this time, Yalena made a visit to the Guzman residence and seemed downcast upon her return, only to soon pack her bags for a competition where she shone brightly.
Quinlyn rubbed her chin, thinking that the second male lead should make an appearance soon. After all, it's a classic trope for the second male lead to comfort the heartbroken female lead.
Meanwhile, she hadn't seen Yasin at all. He seemed to be either busy with something or avoiding someone.
Before she knew it, it was Rita's birthday bash. It was on this day that Quinlyn finally ran into Yasin again.
When Quinlyn saw Yasin again, she was silent for a few seconds, then internally shocked.
She had been trying her best to steer him in a more righteous direction because that's how he would have a longer life. She thought, 'But what has he done now?'