Chapter 228

Anton suddenly stopped talking, his gaze becoming even more peculiar. My heart skipped a beat. Oh no, I hoped his family wasn't already… I wished I hadn't spoken carelessly, had I known earlier.

I quickly changed the subject, smiling at him. “It’s okay, being a celebrity is also good. Look, you’re very popular now; many people like you.”

“Is that so?” Anton smirked. “Then do you like it?”

I was taken aback and nodded subconsciously. “Yes, yes, I like it. I graduated from art school, so I like those who are good-looking and have good acting skills.”

“Oh…” Anton chuckled. “I remember Reynaldo was also from an art school. He seems to have been in the same school as you, right?”

I was stunned. Why did he suddenly bring up Reynaldo? I only knew he had a good relationship with Winston. Could he also have known Reynaldo previously? Wow, the world is small. So many people know each other.

“Was Reynaldo from your school?” he asked again.

I nodded. “Yes, he was. He was my senior, but his grades were so poor he repeated a few grades and ended up in the same class as me.”

Hmm, let me think. He seems to be four years older than me, meaning he must have completed at least three years. Speaking of this, I feel a bit embarrassed. I can hardly imagine how poor Reynaldo’s grades were back then; he spent several years struggling in college before finally graduating. He was the oldest in the class and always sat silently in the back row.

Back then, Winston was also in our school, in the next class. Winston was handsome and smart, excelling in academics and sports. He was especially popular with girls, and I was no exception. So, all my thoughts and attention were focused solely on Winston. If Lavonne hadn’t told me about a boy in our class who was extremely handsome, even more so than Winston, but a bit foolish and with poor grades, I probably wouldn’t have noticed him until graduation.

“Reynaldo was also good-looking. If he’d become an actor and a celebrity, would you have liked him too?”

Anton’s voice brought me back to my thoughts. I shook my head instinctively. “No, Reynaldo looks decent, but with his record of not graduating, his acting skills must be terrible.” If he acted, he’d likely mess up other people's performances. Looks and acting skills—I prioritize acting skills. So, if he were a celebrity, I doubt I’d watch his performances.

“Huh!”

Just as I finished speaking, a familiar cold voice came from behind me. I stiffened. Why do I have such bad luck? Did I run into Reynaldo and Kimberly at the hospital again?

“Ms. Duffy…”

Sure enough, it was Kimberly’s voice. I closed my eyes silently. Seriously, in the future, I will definitely choose my hospital visits more carefully. I always felt like no matter when or where I went, I’d run into them. I don’t know whether to call it coincidence or bad luck.

“Ms. Duffy, why are you at the hospital again?” Kimberly asked.

I tugged at my lip. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I berated myself and turned around stiffly. I saw Reynaldo staring at me gloomily, as if he wasn’t the one who had been demanding things from me that morning. He cast a cold glance at me, then at the bag I was carrying. Fortunately, the hospital’s name and logo were printed on it, obscuring the medicine I’d bought. But there was no guarantee he wouldn’t try to compete with me for it.

So I quietly hid the medicine behind me, smiled at Kimberly, and said, “What a coincidence, why are you back at the hospital again?”

Kimberly didn’t immediately answer, but glanced at Anton beside me. After a while, she said, “I have a weak constitution, so coming to the hospital is common for me. But you, Ms. Duffy, seem to come quite frequently. Could it be that you also have a weak constitution, Ms. Duffy?”