Chapter 659
"You just helped me by going to Reynaldo to get one billion in funds. I promised you that as long as this project made money, I would definitely give the money back to you, okay?"
I lightly brushed off his hand and said expressionlessly, โI wonโt lend you the money. As for my motherโs life, if you want to save her, go ahead. If you donโt want to, we wonโt force you. Itโs all up to your own conscience.โ
โYeah, if you didnโt talk about money, I would have thought highly of you. Itโs a pity that now all you care about is money and your little lover.โ
Quentin glared at my father angrily and said, โGet out! Donโt show up in front of us again, or donโt blame me for being rude to you!โ
My father looked pitiful, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but Quentin had already dragged me towards the elevator.
While waiting for the elevator, I couldnโt help but glance back at my dad.
He was on the phone, not knowing who he was talking to, nodding and bowing.
Worried that he would secretly go to Reynaldo for money, I sent a text message to Reynaldo in advance, instructing him not to lend money to my father under any circumstances.
According to my dadโs current momentum, he has become a bottomless pit.
After the message was sent out, Reynaldo replied instantly.
He replied with a โGoodโ and didnโt ask much more.
Today was a sunny day, and many patients were sunbathing in the yard.
Quentin found a secluded corner and sat down to smoke.
His eyes were red, obviously feeling a bit sad.
I leaned against a tree trunk two or three meters away from him and comforted him, โForget it, donโt be sad. Letโs just pretend we donโt have this father anymore.โ
This used to be what Quentin comforted me with.
Actually, when it comes down to it, my dad canโt let go of his transformation either.
Quentin took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, โItโs one thing if he doesnโt talk to us about money, but as soon as he brings it up, I just want to punch him.โ
โWhat does he think of you? A cash machine? Damn it! We are his own children, how can someoneโs heart turn so dark?โ
โWho knows?โ
I patted my pocket, looked away, and sarcastically said, โIn the end, there are too many temptations in this world, and it only takes a minute for a person to turn bad.โ
The cigarette between Quentinโs fingers was soon smoked up.
He leaned back on the chair restlessly, muttering, โIt would be better if it were like before.โ
Yeah, it was better before.
Who doesnโt want to go back to the happy past?
I walked over and sat down beside him, smiling and asking, โQuentin, you havenโt changed, have you?โ
โRubbish! Even if you change, I wonโt change!โ
Quentin angrily patted my head and firmly said, โNo matter how poor or how tough I am, I will always be the brother who loves you the most. This will never change in my whole life.โ
I smiled, and a lot of the indignation and sadness in my heart dissipated.
With my mother and Quentin by my side, I also had Reynaldo.
So the father who had a change of heart, we donโt want him anymore!
Quentin said, โLuckily, my motherโs kidney donor has been found. Otherwise, this time we would really have been at the mercy of our incompetent father.โ
We sat in the yard for a while, adjusted our mood, and then went back to the ward to accompany my mother.