Chapter88
I had already made this plan when I said these words just now in front of Reynaldo.
Winston looked at me with a complex gaze, and after a while, he said, “Let’s not talk about this for now, Ralda. I will take you back first. Your complexion is very poor and you need rest.”
I shook my head in confusion, not wanting to go anywhere at the
moment.
Winston sighed and said, “Then wait here for me, I’ll go buy you some breakfast first.”
I didn’t say anything. Winston looked at me deeply and then got up and left.
I hugged my knees, buried my face in my arms, and started crying uncomfortably.
At this moment, besides crying, it seems like I couldn’t do anything.
“Put on airs.”
Suddenly, there came a cold sneer from the side.
I shivered all over, lifted my head, and saw Reynaldo leaning against the wall nearby, smoking.
He looked at me coldly, with icy brows and eyes full of sneering and hostility.
My heart throbbed fiercely, and I rushed to ask him, “Grandma… Has
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grandma already come out?”
He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said coldly, “Thanks to you, my grandmother is still being rescued inside.”
I bit my lower lip, and tears uncontrollably streamed down.
What can be seen in his eyes is that my sadness, regret, and worries were all false.
I don’t know from when, but he seemed to have no trust in me at all.
Or, one could say, he never believed in me.
I wiped away the tears from my face and choked out to him, “Whether you believe it or not, I was genuinely worried about my grandmother and truly hoped that she would be safe and sound.”
Reynaldo sneered and sarcastically said, “Hurt and then feel guilty to make up for it, do you think it’s useful?”
“But I didn’t mean to.”
“Was that important?”
Yeah!
Whether it was intentional or not, does it matter? Hurt is always a fact.
Reynaldo blew a smoke ring and averted his gaze, coldly saying, “If you don’t want Grandma to see you get triggered again, you better leave now.”
I choked back tears as I watched him. Even waiting at this doorstep. was there no room for him?
He really hates me now.
I clenched my hands by my side and choked out, “Okay, I’ll go, I’ll leave right now.”
After saying that, I turned around and walked out of the hospital in a daze.
This point was exactly the time to go to work, with people coming and going outside, and the street bustling with traffic.
I stood by the roadside for a long time, feeling lost and unsure of where to go.
I walked along the street aimlessly for a long time, and finally sat wearily on a bench by the roadside.
The scene of my grandmother fainting and Reynaldo’s cold and ruthless words still lingered in my mind.
I took out the two broken bracelets.
Tears fell uncontrollably once again.
Just then, my phone suddenly rang. It was a call from an unknown number.
The phone was answered, but it was my father’s voice.
My father’s voice was cautious, faintly revealing a hint of eagerness to please.
He asked, “Ralda, what are you doing now? Are you with Reynaldo?”
I don’t know why, but as soon as I heard his cautious tone and him. mentioning Reynaldo, a sense of unease immediately arose in my heart.
I asked in a deep voice, “What’s the matter?”
“It’s like this, Ralda. Dad partnered with someone for a project these past few days, but luck wasn’t on his side, and he lost money…”
I frowned deeply and said, “So, you want money again?”
“Hey, you child, what kind of attitude is this? What do you mean by wanting money again?”
Dad just lost a few million, that money was borrowed, and now it needs to be paid back. See if you can find Reynaldo…
“Could not!”
Upon hearing this, I couldn’t hold back any longer and emotionally broke down, shouting at him, “Why are you always like this? If you’re not gambling, you’re investing recklessly. Can’t you just live peacefully when you don’t have money?”
How am I supposed to get the money when you owe so much? What do you want me to do?
“Oh my, what tone is this? Your father is investing in projects, isn’t it to earn more money for you all?”
You are just like your mother, always blaming me.
Before, you blamed me for gambling. Well, I stopped gambling and started a business partnership with someone, but you still criticize me.
When your father and I were making money, you didn’t have this attitude. Now that we are down and out, even your mother San looks down on me and starts to despise me, right?
