Chapter 66

Suddenly, Winston stood up and spoke up for me. “Everyone has their own difficult times. She had her reasons for not wanting to come to our house back then. You cannot assume that she looked down on you just because of this, and you should not be jealous of her because of this either. She just went bankrupt at home, that’s all. She didn’t do anything wrong and she didn’t harm you either, did she?”

“Hey, Winston, she was already married to your older brother. She used to boss him around, but why are you still speaking up for her? Could it be that you still have feelings for her?”

“Yeah, everyone knows she divorced Reynaldo now. Winston, you wouldn’t be interested in a second-hand item, would you?”

“Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?” the lady exclaimed sharply. “Our Winston is going to marry a wealthy heiress, and her… Ha, our Winston is just pitying her.”

Winston opened his mouth, wanting to say something more. I hurriedly shook my head at him, signaling him to stop talking.

I knew that he was speaking up for me, trying to help me out. But what he didn’t know was that his identity, as well as our past, would make every word he spoke on my behalf become ammunition for them to attack and mock me. And he would also drag himself down.

Winston stared at me, his handsome face filled with concern and worry for me. I looked at him with almost pleading eyes, begging him not to say anything more.

At this moment, a light laughter sounded beside me, and that laughter was very cold, very cold.

It was Reynaldo.

He said in a very indifferent tone. “The things I have used, even if I don’t want them anymore, I won’t give them to anyone else.”

My heart gave a sharp throb, causing intense pain. What did he use? What a straightforward humiliation it was. I pursed my lips and tried hard to hide my emotions, as if by doing so, I could preserve the little self-esteem I had left.

Winston exclaimed angrily, “Esmeralda is a human being, not an object. Even if she treated you poorly in the past, you should not humiliate her like this.”

Reynaldo looked at him coldly and chuckled, “This is between her and me, does it concern you?”

“You…”

“Enough!” Ronan spoke again. “Today is your grandmother’s birthday banquet; your personal matters can be discussed later!”

“Yeah, if your grandmother finds out that you guys were being hostile towards a despicable person at her birthday banquet, she would be furious,” the socialite chimed in.

Winston pursed his lips and said, “I knew I was wrong,” and then remained silent.

Reynaldo didn’t say anything else and just walked upstairs. His current power—no one dares to stop him, let alone speak against him. He just stopped at the staircase and stared at me coldly, saying, “What? Do you want me to invite you to go up?”

I was taken aback. I never expected that he would ask me to go up and see his grandmother with him. I hurriedly followed him.

My knee really hurt piercingly, and I tried hard to restrain myself, but I still walked with a slight limp. I thought it wouldn’t attract attention. But Winston still noticed my abnormality. He hurriedly approached and supported me, asking, “Ralda, what happened to your leg? Did you get injured?”

I was startled and quickly pulled away from his hand, saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I just fell down, you don’t need to worry.”

“Ralda, your hand…”

Winston suddenly exclaimed and grabbed my hand, urgently asking, “What happened? How did your hand get injured like this? Come, I’ll go get some medicine for you.” He said and anxiously pulled me towards the backyard.

In an instant, I felt cold gazes shooting towards me. The gaze pierced through my whole body like an arrow. I just felt like I was being shackled on a fire, feeling anxious and desperate, but unable to escape or hide.

I forcefully pushed away Winston’s hand and said to him helplessly, “I’m really fine, you don’t need to worry about me.”

“Ralda, don’t do this. You have suffered such serious injuries; you must deal with them as soon as possible.”

“I won’t die! It’s just a minor skin injury, I won’t die,” I said weakly, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally. I knew he was worried about me, but in front of the Humphrey family, his worry would only bring trouble for me.

Perhaps it was my bad attitude; Winston stared at me blankly, with a slightly hurt expression. I pursed my lips, and a twinge of guilt flashed through my mind.