Chapter 944

Kimberly, however, had had enough: “She just deliberately burned me again, and now she deliberately threw the cake in my face. And you still haven’t gone to discipline her?”

“Didn’t you say that I was the one you loved the most? But it turns out, in your heart, I still can’t compare to her!”

Quentin looked pained and conflicted, his face a complex mix of emotions as he glanced at me.

Without waiting for him to speak, I said lightly, “You think I’m causing trouble, right? Fine, I’ll leave. After all, I don’t lack a place to stay.”

With that, I picked up my bag and made as if to leave.

Quentin was in a hurry and didn’t even bother to help Kimberly. He quickly grabbed me and said, “Ralda, I have never said I dislike you. Please don’t be like this. You have finally come to stay, so stay a few more days. I will cook delicious food for you every day.”

My father also came over and sighed to me, “Yes, Ralda, where have we complained about you? I have been thinking about you these days. This time, just spend more time with me.”

Kimberly, upon seeing this, clenched her fists in anger, with her face covered in cake, looking comical and ridiculous.

She yelled at Quentin, “She burned my hand like that, and now she’s bullying me again, and you really have nothing to say.”

Quentin pursed his lips and whispered to her, “Ralda, she… she probably didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah…” my dad interjected, “We are all family, I think we should just let it go. Ralda will be more careful next time.”

Kimberly was almost going crazy, shouting, “You are all family, I am just extra!”

She ran out of the room angrily as soon as she finished speaking.

Quentin got anxious and hurried to chase after her.

I coldly laughed and asked him as he walked away, “Actually, Quentin, I’m curious, it’s been four years, why haven’t you married her yet?”

Quentin’s footsteps suddenly stopped.

He stood there stiffly with his back facing me, his hand at his side slowly tightening.

I sneered, “Because she doesn’t love you, doesn’t want to marry you, right?”

Quentin fell silent for two seconds, sadly saying, “Ralda, why stab the knife into someone’s heart?”

“Is it? This knife of mine is just returning to you.”

Quentin didn’t say anything else and walked out quickly.

My father grabbed my arm and earnestly said, “Ralda, it’s not that I’m scolding you, why are you bullying her so openly? After all, she is Quentin’s…”

“Get lost, you too, get lost!”

My father was startled by my yelling, and he muttered a sentence in reproach before finally leaving in disappointment.

I leaned wearily back in the chair, took out the recorder from my pocket and looked at it, feeling very annoyed.

There were two arguments, and not a single useful word was recorded.

Looking back now, there were such good opportunities in the past, but I forgot to record because of excessive grief, it’s a pity.

However, even though evidence has not been found, punishing Kimberly in this way is also good.

Maybe one day she was so angry with me that she had a heart attack and died; that would also be considered as avenging my mother.

After Quentin chased after Kimberly, he never came back.

My dad was playing with the birds in the yard, but he was called away by a phone call after a while.

I saw him smiling a bit creepily and faintly heard him saying something to his phone like ‘little devil‘.

So he was seeing another woman again?