Chapter68
The Humphrey family’s relatives were also in a mess.
So back then, Reynaldo, and even the entire Humphrey family, were, in my impression, very lousy.
So he asked me to go back to the Humphrey family with him at that time, and naturally, I was resistant in my heart.
I remember that I angrily shook off his hand at that time and threatened. to never set foot in their the Humphrey family again in my whole life.
He was very anxious at the time and told me that his grandmother was sick and wanted to meet me, his daughter–in–law.
At that time, I had prejudice against them in my heart, thinking that it was their means of deceiving people.
I remember that I said it to him like this at that time.
I said, “Weren’t you unpopular in the Humphrey family? Would your grandmother want to see me? Don’t you want to use my connections to climb up in our Duffy family?”
That’s hilarious! The Humphrey family is so shameless. They even pretended to be sick. You go back and tell your grandmother that I won’t go to the Humphrey family’s place. Tell her to stop pretending to be sick, or else her words might come true!
I remember it very clearly at that time. After I finished speaking with an extremely sarcastic tone, he looked at me with an unusually cold
and hateful gaze.
Later, he went out again, and in the end, I didn’t go to the Humphrey family either.
That night, when he came back. everything was normal.
I gradually forgot about this matter, but his expression, I still remember vividly.
Looking back now, the moment he said I cursed his grandmother is probably what he was referring to..
I thought he had forgotten a long time ago, but I didn’t expect that he had been keeping it in his heart all along.
It seems that he must have deeply resented every evil thing I did and every hurtful word I said to him.
So, how could he possibly have liked me?
At this moment, I finally understood completely that he really couldn’t like me, hating me is the normal reaction.
“How about it?” Reynaldo looked at me coldly, “Do you remember?”
I tightened the hand by my side and asked him, “So, that day, was your grandmother really sick?”
“Is it important?” Reynaldo sneered. “Back then, in your eyes, who did you think highly of besides Winston? Even if you knew my grandmother was really sick, would you come to see her?”
I opened my mouth and was about to say “yes“.
He, however, took a step ahead of me and sneered, “No, even if my grandmother was on her deathbed and wanted to see her daughter–in- law before she passed away, you wouldn’t come to see her.”
Because in your heart, you never considered yourself as my wife, so naturally you would not acknowledge yourself as her daughter–in–law.
“Esmeralda, do you know how arrogant you used to be in front of me?”
I hung my head, speechless.
I also don’t know why it happened like this.
I was not a proud person. Lavonne always said that I had a soft personality and that I didn’t seem like a wealthy young lady.
I also treated people very friendly, rarely argued with others, and never put on airs.
In front of him, Reynaldo, I was constantly and proudly looking up.
It seems that only towards him, I revealed all my evil side to the fullest.
I really don’t know why it happened like this.
Looking back now, I regretted a lot, regretted that I shouldn’t have treated him like that back then.
But what’s the use of regretting?
The hand by the side was clenched tightly, and the place where the palm was cut hurt intensely.
1 slowly lifted my head to look at him and whispered. “I’m sorry”
Whenever he tortured me and humiliated me, I would think about my previous attitudes towards him, and wonder if it would make me feel a little better
No, it was not good.
My heart developed feelings for him, so I not only felt guilty towards. him, but also had love for him.
In the face of his humiliation and torment, the guilt in his heart would slowly dissipate, leaving behind nothing but raw pain.
I looked at him and said ‘sorry‘ again.
Even though I tried hard to restrain my emotions, there was still a hint of choking in my voice.
Reynaldo looked at me intently, with a deep hatred and a complex emotion that I couldn’t comprehend, in his icy black eyes.
Just at that moment, a kind voice came from the room, filled with surprise.
“Has my grandson come back? Reynaldo, is that you, Reynaldo…
