Chapter 815

Just as I was thinking, Reynaldo’s eyes suddenly turned colder, and the chill on his face made me shudder.

I frowned and asked, “What’s wrong with you again?”

He pursed his lips and sneered coldly, “I see that your real purpose for coming here tonight is not to find Johnathan, but to find Anton.”

It must be said that Reynaldo’s suspicious and paranoid nature has not changed.

His big hand suddenly moved from my shoulder to the side of my neck, probing at the hollow of my neck.

I shrank back in shock and heard his tone turn even colder and more mocking, “How dependent on Anton are you, coming to see him before you’re even fully recovered from your illness!”

As soon as I heard his sarcastic remarks, I got angry.

I couldn’t help but curse, “If you’re sick, go get treatment. Don’t act so weird here, okay?” Who else did I go to see besides Johnathan when I came here? If it weren’t for you going crazy and holding me here, not letting me leave, I would have left long ago. And what’s the matter with him, Anton? What else do you do besides indulging in wild thoughts and baseless suspicions all day long?

“You are so fond of suspecting me and Anton, then you have the ability to catch us red-handed in bed!”

“Esmeralda Duffy!”

A suppressed low growl escaped from his thin lips, and the man’s cold eyes stared at me fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow me whole.

At this moment, Anton and Quentin finished exchanging pleasantries with those men. Until those men drove away in their respective cars, the two of them walked over in this direction.

Quentin saw Reynaldo holding me tightly and quickly came over to pull Reynaldo’s arm, saying, “Mr. Humphrey, you let go of Ralda first, let’s talk nicely.”

Reynaldo didn’t persistently bother me either. He quickly let go of his hand, stepped back a few steps, and leaned against the pillar behind him. He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, shook out one, lit it, and looked at me with cold eyes, saying casually, “I have nothing to say to her.”

Quentin lowered his gaze, his expression complex.

Anton walked up to me and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”

For some reason, in this situation, I just felt ironic.

Anton glanced at Reynaldo and then asked me, “Why didn’t you rest at home and come here instead?”

“I have something to do,” I replied casually.

Anton gave me a deep look and didn’t ask any more questions. He just said, “Let’s go, we’re going back.”

The phrase “we’re going back” seemed to suddenly stimulate Reynaldo.

The man suddenly looked at me, his eyes cold and fierce.

In the end, he has always cared about me; it’s just that he “blames me for killing” his mother.

I lowered my gaze and looked sharply at Quentin.

“Quentin, everyone is here today; it’s rare. About what happened four years ago, do you really have nothing to say?”

Quentin’s eyes flickered, “Since Mr. Humphrey didn’t pursue your guilt anymore, the incident from four years ago is in the past. Why do you keep holding on to it?”

I laughed, “I am the most wronged one; the injustice has not been washed away. I naturally have to hold on tightly.”

“My dear brother, are you really going to treat your own sister so unfairly for a Kimberly?”

I finished speaking, Reynaldo immediately looked at Quentin, squinting his eyes with curiosity.

However, Quentin had just had a guilty and complex expression on his face, but now it has turned into sadness.