Chapter 510

In the end, it was Winston who first wanted to kill his big brother. Why do you have the right to ask him to withdraw the lawsuit? Moreover, it was not him who told…"

"Esmeralda!" I hadn’t finished speaking when Reynaldo suddenly shouted at me.

He raised his eyes slowly and said coldly to Ronan, "If you ask for help, you should do it properly. You have never treated me like a son, and I have never treated you like a father."

"You…" Ronan said in anger, unable to speak, but a hint of complexity flashed across his furious face. After a while, he softened his tone and said, "How would you be willing to withdraw the lawsuit?"

Reynaldo sneered and remained silent.

Julianne urged, "Just say it, do you need money? Just give me a price."

"Money?" Reynaldo sneered at Julianne, "You think you have more of that than me?"

"You!" Julianne was momentarily rendered speechless by Reynaldo.

I hung my head and silently applied medicine to Reynaldo’s wound, feeling a sour ache in my heart. Didn’t Ronan see that Reynaldo was still so badly injured? He really only cared about his youngest son. Feeling upset for a moment, I said to them, "Please, all of you, leave. Don’t disturb the patient’s rest."

"Oh, you jerk, you…" Julianne cursed and raised her hand as if she was going to hit me, but Ronan quickly pulled her back.

Ronan changed his arrogant attitude. He looked at Reynaldo with a complex expression and said earnestly, "Reynaldo, I admit that I have neglected you in the past, but it cannot be denied that you are my son, Winston’s older brother. Winston, who has been pampered since childhood, can’t bear the harsh environment of jail with such heavy injuries."

"What's it to me?" Reynaldo chuckled, his expression indifferent.

Julianne was so angry that her eyes were red: "What are you saying? He is your own brother."

Reynaldo sneered, "We didn’t come from the same womb, so how are we real brothers?"

"You, you, you…" This time even Ronan was angry.

Reynaldo coldly issued a dismissal: "I am going to rest, please leave."

Ronan didn’t move, looking at him with red eyes, not with sadness and pity, but with anger. Julianne pulled on Ronan’s arm, crying in distress, "What are we going to do? Can you talk to him again? Winston can’t stay in jail any longer. Last night someone inside told me that Winston was sick. He was so badly injured; if they don’t let him out soon, he won’t make it. You quickly tell him that video can’t be made public either. Winston is still so young; he can’t go to jail; he can’t have any stains."

I stared coldly at Ronan and Julianne. They now knew they were in a hurry. Just now, their arrogant appearance made it seem like Reynaldo owed them.

Ronan furrowed his brows, his face filled with anxiety. He spoke to Reynaldo again, "Just consider it a favor, please withdraw the lawsuit quickly, okay? We are brothers; it would be so much better if we could live in peace and harmony."

Reynaldo leaned against the head of the bed and lazily said, "Back when I was being bullied by him and the Humphrey family, why didn’t you say how nice it would be for everyone to get along peacefully?"

Ronan pursed his lips, and a hint of guilt finally showed through the complex expression. He looked at Reynaldo, his old voice pleading, "In the past, I was the one who wronged you. Tell me, what do you want me to do for you to drop the charges?"