Oh, my dad has completely fallen, completely changed as a person.
After my dad left, I dismissed the maid and then carefully observed the villa inside and out. Not seeing any surveillance cameras in the corner of the hallway, I quietly made my way to Quentin and Kimberly’s bedroom. Not daring to delay, after confirming that there were no surveillance cameras in the bedroom, I quickly hid the purchased mini recorder in the vase next to the bedside table. After hiding it, I quickly went to the study and hid a recorder there as well.
Until evening, Quentin and Kimberly had not returned, of course, neither had my dad. The servant made me dinner. I took a few bites casually and then went back to the room to wait.
Quentin and Kimberly didn’t come back until very late. Just as Quentin may not have calmed Kimberly down yet, the door slammed loudly when Kimberly got out of the car. Quentin followed her into the house. I pulled my lips, drew the curtains, and lay back on the bed. Before long, my door was knocked on. Quentin’s concerned voice came through, “Ralda, have you slept? I brought you a midnight snack.” I ignored him. Quentin seemed to stand at my door for a while, and then the sound of footsteps leaving could be heard outside.
I took out my phone, silently connected the mini recorder, and then put on the headphones. As long as Quentin and Kimberly were talking in the bedroom or study, I could hear it from my end, and I could also record it and save it on my phone. After waiting for about half an hour, I finally heard their conversation through the earphones. Accurately speaking, it was Quentin coaxing Kimberly. In the headphones, Quentin’s voice was played very softly, with a hint of flattery.
Kimberly seemed to be indifferent, with a touch of aloofness in her voice coming through the headphones. Slowly, they started arguing again. I perked up and quickly propped myself up on the bed, sitting up straight, carefully listening to the movement on the other side. I was hoping that they would bring up the incident from four years ago, hoping that this time I could gather some useful evidence. However, the two of them argued for half a day, but they never mentioned what happened four years ago.
I frowned deeply and thought to myself, “Kimberly wouldn’t be so meticulous, even in her own bedroom at this time.” And Quentin really went to extremes in pleasing Kimberly; even though they had argued so much, he still listened to Kimberly and refused to bring up what happened four years ago.
“You didn’t love me at all, did you?” In his headphones, Quentin suddenly asked Kimberly with a tone of humility and self–deprecation.
Kimberly hesitated for a moment, crying as she said, “I gave you everything, how could I not love you? Quentin, why do you always have to doubt my love for you? What do you need to believe that the only person I love is you?”
Upon hearing this, a hint of sarcasm rose in my heart. Kimberly brainwashed Quentin with these words, spinning him around. After Kimberly said those words, she cried, and my headphones were filled with her sorrowful sobs. To be honest, Kimberly’s pretending to be so pitiful was really easy for her. If I didn’t know her well, I would have thought she was an innocent and pitiful woman when I heard that cry. Quentin also fell silent for a moment and asked her, “Since you said you love me, why have you still refused to marry me after four years?”