Chapter 670
Quentin also tried to stop me. โRalda, donโt go. He hates you now, and Iโm afraid he might hurt you.โ
I laughed at him sarcastically. โIf I really killed his mother, where do you think I could hide?โ
โBut you didnโt mean to. You didnโt even know beforehand that it was his motherโs kidney source.โ
โYeah, so I have to explain to him quickly, right?โ
Quentin opened his mouth, but in the end, he didnโt say anything.
I called Reynaldo several times on the way, but he still didnโt answer.
I went directly to the hospital where Mikaela was.
But Reynaldo was nowhere to be found in the hospital, and even Mikaelaโs ward had been rearranged, with no trace of anything related to her.
I asked a nurse and found out that Mikaela had indeed passed away.
Reynaldo had already taken the body back.
When the nurse mentioned this, there was a hint of fear on her face. โYou didnโt see it, but when the patient passed away, Mr. Humphreyโs face was so terrifying. He looked like he was going to overturn the whole hospital. None of us dared to approach him at that time. He didnโt know who to call and dialed for half a day, but no one answered. He smashed his phone; it was really scary.โ
Listening to the nurseโs words, my heart tightened inch by inch.
Reynaldo must hate me now.
I had to find him as soon as possible and explain things to him.
But where is he now?
After such a big thing happened, he definitely couldnโt go to the company.
And his mother had long since cut ties with the Humphrey family, so her passing had nothing to do with them, and he couldnโt go back to the Humphreyโs house.
Where would he go?
He didnโt even come to me. Even if he hated me, he didnโt think about coming to me.
When I found Reynaldo, it was almost evening, and at that time, my motherโs surgery had not yet finished.
I found Reynaldo in our villa.
He sat in the chair in the study, without turning on the light. The curtains were tightly closed, and not a single ray of light came in.
So the whole study was dark, and if you didnโt look carefully, you wouldnโt even notice that there was a person sitting in the chair.
The study was filled with a strong smell of smoke, and the heavy and oppressive atmosphere made me feel anxious.
I turned on the light, and the first thing that caught my eye was the mess on the floor.
Looking up along the mess, I saw him leaning back in the chair, his tired face expressionless, but his eyes were terrifyingly bloodshot.
His hand casually rested on the armrest of the chair, with a cigarette between his fingers that was about to burn out.
There was blood on the back of his hand, and the joints of his knuckles looked like they had been hit by something, with very clear blood marks.
My heart tightened involuntarily.
I walked over and called out to him in a low voice, โReynaldoโฆโ
He didnโt react; his eyes just stared blankly at the desk.
Reynaldoโs silence made my heart race to the extreme.
I steadied myself and went to get the first aid kit, then squatted in front of him, holding his hand. โHow did you hurt your hand? Let me bandage it for you first.โ
He then slowly lowered his gaze to look at me, his movements mechanical, and his eyes were lifeless.