Chapter 790

With thin lips slightly parted and smoke swirling around him, his appearance seemed even more unreal through the rain curtain.

I didn’t expect to run into Reynaldo here. I was also not prepared to see him. I originally wanted to leave, but at this moment, my feet felt like they were glued to the ground and couldn’t move an inch. The things of the past have nothing to do with me. I am innocent, and I am a victim of injustice. He drove me out of Freybourne without any reason. I should hate him, not fear him, shouldn’t I?

While my mind was wandering, Braylon had already gotten out of the car. He held a black business umbrella over my head and said in the same cold tone as his boss, “Mr. Humphrey asks you to get in the car.”

With that, he opened the back seat door. I looked at Reynaldo. The man remained silent, his breath heavy with cold. I lowered my gaze and bent down to get in the car. I happened to be there to bring the children back. The air outside was cool, but it was a bit stuffy inside the car. The wet clothes stuck to my body, making it even more uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Braylon quickly started the car. The car cut through the heavy rain curtain and drove towards the foot of the mountain. From start to finish, Reynaldo did not say a word, and the atmosphere in the car was oppressively heavy. I looked out the window at the misty rain scene, with a touch of indescribable sadness lingering in my heart.

I don’t know how long it took, but the car finally came to a slow stop. Looking at the familiar villa in front of me, my eyes welled up with tears again, and a sourness filled my heart. He took me back to the Duffy’s villa.

When I walked into the villa, the familiar smell, like a sharp blade, pierced my heart. Reynaldo didn’t say a word, not even looking at me, and just went upstairs by himself. I couldn’t figure out what his intention was in bringing me back. He clearly hated me, but why did he still bring me back? Four years have passed, and I increasingly can’t figure out the heart of this man.

Braylon drove us back and then left in the car. The villa was so quiet; not a single person was there. I looked around and didn’t see Roddy and Essie. Obviously, Roddy and Essie were not here.

Did Reynaldo know I was back, so he hid the children? Pushing down the speculation in my heart, I dragged my heavy, wet clothes up the stairs. Passing by the study, I glanced inside, and Reynaldo was not there. I walked into the bedroom again and saw him sitting on the sofa, with a lonely and cold expression. In these four years, he hasn’t changed anything else, but the hostility on his body has become heavier.

I stood at the door, hesitated for a while, and then asked, “Where are Roddy and Essie?”

Reynaldo then looked at me, his eyes dark and oppressive. He smiled at me, a very cold smile. “You tell me, who are they?”

“It’s my child, of course,” I said lightly.

He laughed even colder and walked towards me. He stood in front of me, his dark eyes staring at me intently. The cold and oppressive atmosphere enveloped me, leaving me with nowhere to escape. “Your child?” He leaned close to my ear, with a sinister smile, “How could I not know that a person diagnosed as permanently infertile, unable to even undergo IVF, could still have a child?”