Chapter 89 Ms Quinnell's Incongruity

• Wynter didn't say anything more after getting to his feet. Instead, with a sly and apathetic grin, she picked up the black bag. "Leave with me, Ryan. There is no need for therapy for the Quinnells. Ryan angrily explained, "Wynter, Ms. Naomi is different from the Quinnells," clearly upset with Fiona. You. "Mr. Lloyd." Something interrupted them—a quiet, kind voice. Fiona instantly adopted a more polite demeanor and asked, "Ms. Naomi, why are you here?" Like a fairy, Naomi held up the hem of her dress. Her face was pallid, and her long hair was tied up with a diamond clip. "You mean that I'm not like the Quinnells? I was reared by the Quinnells. I'll pay it back later, when I'm able to.
• Fiona gave Ryan a fierce look, believing he had said something inappropriate. Ryan maintained a professional demeanor despite her menacing looks. "Ms. Naomi, I was telling Dr. Genius that, despite the Quinnells' unwavering humility, Ms. Young insulted Dr. Genius as soon as she came. Dr. Genius is Mr. Quinnell Senior's guest. If she declines to care for Mr. Quinnell Senior in the future, then who will? He'd looked everywhere in Southdale for a treasure like Wynter. He wouldn't be aware. What would she do if she got angry with haughty Fiona? When Fiona opened her mouth to say something, Naomi yelled, "Aunt Fiona!" Fiona gulped her words, sensing it was a warning.
• Naomi walked over to Wynter and said, "Miss, I'm not sure what Aunt Fiona said to upset you. On her behalf, let me apologize. "Okay," was Wynter's response. Alright? All you have to say is that? Fiona was unable to control her growing rage. "Mr. Lloyd, does she know the rules?" she growled. Naomi pulled at her cuff. "Don't yell, Aunt Fiona. We're out in the open. She took a handful of cash out of a Chanel purse and shot a quick glance at Wynter. "Aunt Flona can't put up with your behavior because she's been a Quinnells' caregiver for a long time and values manners. This cash ought to prove how sincere we are.