Chapter 676

I chuckled and looked at Quentin coldly and decisively, “Our father is no longer my father, and you are no longer my brother.”

“Ralda…”

Quentin called my name with a look of sorrow on his face, wanting to come closer to me.

I staggered back a few steps, looking at Reynaldo.

Reynaldo leaned back in his chair, his face very calm.

His crimson eyes stared at me without any emotion, “Do you have anything else to say?”

Hehe…

Everyone was accusing me, even my closest brother was helping them to accuse me.

So, what else could I say?

I smiled coldly, with a sad and ironic gaze that passed over all of them.

Reynaldo slightly closed his eyes, a clear expression of disappointment and sadness flashing across his cold, handsome face.

Braylon shouted at him with some concern, “Mr. Humphrey…”

Reynaldo leaned on the edge of the table with one hand; he remained silent for a long time with his eyes closed before speaking. His voice was very soft, tinged with an unprecedented weariness.

“Esmeralda, stay. Everyone else, go out.”

I watched him quietly, my eyes sore and my heart feeling like it had been stabbed with a knife, aching intensely.

My father looked at me, his eyes flashing, and advised me, “Apologize to Reynaldo sincerely. As long as you are sincere, I think Reynaldo will forgive you. After all, you were also trying to save your mother, and you didn’t mean to.”

It was as if it was a huge joke. I laughed, laughed sarcastically.

This time, Reynaldo’s mother died, his closest relative passed away.

And the “culprit” was me; even all the evidence pointed to me. How could they expect Reynaldo to forgive me?

I looked coldly at my father and sneered, “Whether he will forgive me or not, I don’t know. All I know is that I will never forgive you, not even until death.”

“Ts!” My father frowned and looked at me disapprovingly, “I am your father, and that’s a fact that will never change in this lifetime.”

“I don’t have a dad like you!”

I glared at him with crimson eyes and growled lowly, filled with sorrow and indignation.

My father was startled by my yelling, and he frowned, saying, “You are really stubborn and ignorant. I won’t talk to you anymore.”

He said and went to pull Quentin, wanting Quentin to leave.

Quentin pulled his hand away and hurriedly said to Reynaldo, “No matter what, the tragedy now cannot be changed. Ralda didn’t mean it either—she was just desperate to save her mother. I hope you won’t hurt her.”

I looked at him, sarcastically laughing until tears streamed down.

“Quentin, did you feel that your words were really insincere?”

“Ralda…”

Quentin’s face was full of sorrow, with deep complexity lingering in his red eyes.

He walked up to the desk and said to Reynaldo again, “Mr. Humphrey, in consideration of the relationship you had with Ralda in the past, I hope you won’t hurt her. She loves you very, very much, really.”

“Very much in love?”

Reynaldo chewed on these words carefully for a while, then suddenly pulled his lip in self-mockery.

That self-deprecating remark stung my eyes and caused my heart to ache in waves, making it difficult to even breathe.

Reynaldo looked at Quentin and chuckled sarcastically, “So, tell me, who should compensate me for my mother’s life?”

“Mr. Humphrey…”

Quentin wanted to say something, but my dad quickly grabbed his arm and said, “Alright, let’s go. Ralda is his wife and the person he likes. No matter what, he won’t harm Ralda. Let’s go!”