Chapter 75

Winston looked at me deeply, his handsome face filled with wounds. I lowered my gaze, unable to look at his expression.

Soon, Reynaldo walked over. He pulled me into his arms and looked at Winston with a smile, saying, “What? Are you so interested in my woman?”

“Your woman?” Winston frowned.

Reynaldo chuckled lightly, “Isn’t she?” He paused, lowered his gaze and glanced at me, then sneered at Winston, “I said, my things, even if I don’t want them anymore, I won’t give them to anyone else.”

“Reynaldo!” Winston glared at him angrily, growling lowly.

Just as the two of them were about to draw their crossbows, fortunately, a servant came over. The servant said to Reynaldo, “Young master, Madam has instructed you and the young mistress to rest here tonight. We have already cleaned up the small attic in the backyard for you both to stay in tonight.”

Before Reynaldo could even respond, Winston angrily exclaimed to the servant, “Madam? Who is the madam here? Don’t you know they have already divorced?”

The servant quickly said, “I’m sorry, Second Young Master. This is also Madam’s intention. I was just relaying the message.”

Winston stared at Reynaldo and said, “What do you mean? Since you have already divorced Ralda, why don’t you explain it to Grandma? Why won’t you let her be free? Why do you force her to stay by your side?”

Reynaldo lowered his gaze, his icy eyes staring at me, half-smiling: “He said it was me who refused to set you free, it was me who forced you to stay by my side? Is that so?” The man’s eyes were filled with scorn.

My heart twitched, and a pang of pain flashed through. Indeed, it was me who approached him first, asking him to help our family repay the debt, and later it was also me shamelessly asking him for money. It was never him forcing me to stay by his side, but rather me, repeatedly going to him for money.

I held the hand beside me tightly and said to Winston, “No, he didn’t force me to do anything. I stayed by his side voluntarily.”

“Ralda!” Winston looked at me sadly.

I was at a loss for how to explain it to him, but fortunately, Reynaldo’s stepmother came over. “Oh, Winston, what are you doing here? The party is almost over. Come with me quickly to see off the guests.”

As soon as the stepmother saw me, she gave me a fierce glare and then dragged Winston towards the front yard filled with guests, scolding him as she walked. She was basically saying that I am a fox spirit and asking Winston not to bother me anymore, not to have any further entanglement with me. Winston remained silent the whole time, only occasionally glancing back at me with a look of disappointment and sadness in his eyes, which made me feel uneasy.

As soon as Winston left, Reynaldo pushed me away, as if he was very disgusted with me. He lowered his head and lit a cigarette, mocking me, “Some people just love to act, they keep acting, and eventually they even believe it themselves.”

I frowned and looked at him, “What do you mean?”

Reynaldo remained silent, simply gazing meaningfully in the direction Winston had left. I followed his gaze, but still couldn’t understand what his words meant, nor could I understand who his words were referring to.

Grandma went back to her room early to rest. After the banquet, Ronan and his stepmother took Winston to see off the guests. The reason they had Winston go was also to have him perform in front of those guests.

I saw Winston chatting with the guests and couldn’t help but ask Reynaldo, “Why aren’t you going to see off the guests?”

Reynaldo glanced disdainfully at the front door and said indifferently, “That was never my concern.” After speaking, he paused and added, “In the past, I didn’t even have the qualification to attend such a banquet.”

Although he spoke lightly, one could still imagine that his previous situation in this home was not good. No wonder everyone praises Winston so much but shakes their head when it comes to him. He didn’t even have a chance to show his performance. No wonder he learned to restrain his edge from a young age, because he knew from a young age that his stepmother would never allow him to be stronger than Winston.

The servant led Reynaldo and me to the small attic in the backyard. The two-story independent attic was quite peaceful. The Humphrey family was just a place of gossip and rumors, and I had intended to leave as soon as the party ended.