Chapter 680

Braylon expressionlessly said, "Ms. Duffy did not love Mr. Humphrey. The only reason she was willing to be with Mr. Humphrey was because he was wealthy. Actually, none of us wanted him to be with you, but there was nothing we could do. He loved you so much that he went crazy, loving you without caring about anything. Even if he was cheated and hurt countless times by you, he still only wants you. Unfortunately, you didn’t have him in your heart, so naturally you wouldn’t consider his feelings when doing something, let alone care about his mother’s life."

I stared at him fixedly and said, "So, this is what you all think, even he himself thinks so, right?"

Braylon didn’t answer my question; he just handed me the umbrella and said, "Mr. Humphrey wants you to leave immediately. He said, don’t make him hurt you."

The heart seemed to have been hurt to numbness.

I didn’t take the umbrella; I just turned around slowly and walked outside step by step. Braylon’s businesslike voice sounded behind me…

"Mr. Humphrey said that you must leave Freybourne within three days, and from now on, you are not allowed to set foot in Freybourne again."

"He never wants to see you again in his life!"

Chapter 50

The heart throbbed painfully, and that gnawing pain instantly spread from the heart to the whole body, causing my steps to be a little unsteady. I staggered to the gate of the courtyard, leaning against the cold iron gate, and paused for a long, long time before my vision gradually cleared.

Let me leave within three days? So when he said for me to leave Freybourne, it wasn’t just empty words. He truly didn’t want to see me for another second.

I closed my eyes, and the hot tears instantly slid down from the corners of my eyes. I lifted my face towards the night sky, took a deep breath, and then staggered into the darkness.

I never knew that Reynaldo and I would end up like this in the end. This time, in the end, he didn’t want me.

The snow fell heavier and heavier. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes howled in the air. I stood blankly under the dim street lamp, suddenly remembering the dream I had during the day. In my dream, I stood alone in the vast fog, feeling lost and helpless, just like I do at this moment.

A bone-chilling cold enveloped my whole body. I hugged my arms tightly, feeling only darkness in front of me. At the moment when I was about to faint, a figure suddenly rushed out and caught me. I looked at him, a hint of sarcasm curling at the…

It was Quentin.

Hehe… it was my dearest and most beloved brother who helped outsiders betray me and set me up.

Quentin took me back to the rental house. He helped me onto the bed, brought a basin of hot water, and then gently wiped my face and hands with a towel soaked in hot water. I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him with a mocking expression in my eyes.

He initially hung his head and dared not look at me. In the end, it seemed that he couldn’t bear it anymore; with red eyes he choked out to me, "Ralda, please don’t look at me like that, okay?"

"What kind of look do you want me to give you?" I smiled at him, a light, mocking smile.

Quentin turned his face away, his handsome profile showing unbearable pain.