Chapter 95

Look, he himself knows very well that in this world, if Reynaldo wouldn’t lend money to our family, then no one else would.

He was annoyed for a while, then looked at me and said, “Ralda, you have many ways and know many people. Think again, who else can you borrow this money from?”

“None left.”

“That Winston…”

“Impossible!” I interrupted my dad’s words with a hint of indifference, warning him, “Don’t even think about going to find him. If you still have a shred of dignity and self-respect, we’ll figure it out on our own.”

My dad glanced at me sideways and grunted, “Look how nervous you are; I didn’t say I was going to find him either.”

“There is no best!”

I hummed and turned my head to look inside the hospital, unaware of the flicker of darkness that passed through my father’s eyes.

I limped slowly to the entrance of the hospital, but I didn’t dare to go inside. Just now, I heard Ronan say that Danielle had already come out of the emergency room. I don’t know how she is now. We have been trying to save her for so long; I hope Danielle is okay.

I rubbed the broken bracelet in my pocket, and a dense and sour pain welled up in my chest. After the incident with my grandmother, and the shameless entanglement by my father, Reynaldo must have become even more disgusted with me. In this lifetime, he probably doesn’t want to see me anymore.

The villa my family used to own was eventually bought by Reynaldo. With what happened to grandma, I couldn’t really keep living there, although Reynaldo did not explicitly ask me to leave. But one must have self-awareness; I don’t want one day to be pointed at by him and told to “get lost.”

I had a little bit of money in my hand, so I wanted to rent a house outside. After separating from my father, I did not return to the villa but went to look for another house. Although I was familiar with Freybourne, I had no experience in finding a house.

I went to the agency first and asked. The agent took me to see the house, but the houses were all too expensive and far from my workplace. There was no other choice, so in the end, I had to personally search around the place where I worked but still couldn’t find anything suitable.

I once again realized that the life of an ordinary person is truly difficult. As for me, first, it was difficult to find a job, and now I can’t even find a suitable rental. I sat on the square, browsing rental information on my phone. At this moment, Quentin suddenly called.

Quentin said he hadn’t seen me for several days and wanted to meet me. After hanging up the phone, I went straight to the hospital where Quentin was. His leg was still not healed. I heard him say last time that he would stay in the hospital for two months and then undergo rehabilitation training.

When he arrived at the hospital, Quentin was leaning against the bedside, reading an entertainment magazine. Seeing me, he immediately waved and smiled at me, saying, “Ralda, you’re here.”

My knee was still not healed, so I had to walk slower in order not to let Quentin notice. I smiled and asked him, “Are your legs better now?”

“Much better now; if it weren’t for the doctor’s warning about potential complications, I could have been discharged from the hospital by now.”

I laughed and said, “It’s better to stay a few more days, just to be safe.”

Quentin said, “Well, anyway, I got injured as a stunt double, and the entertainment company covered all the medical expenses.”

I laughed and said, “Look at what you’re saying. Even if their company didn’t cover medical expenses, I would still find a way to ensure you receive the best treatment. Quentin’s health is the most important.”

Quentin shook my hand and said, touched, “My sister is still the best.” He suddenly remembered something and took the magazine he had just read, saying to me, “Let me tell you, there is a new star in the entertainment industry recently, a guy, super handsome, look…”

When Quentin told me about this, I just remembered that he had mentioned before that he had rented a house. I took the magazine he handed me and asked him, “Brother, did you rent a house before?”

Quentin paused for a moment and nodded, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Did the house sell? I was wondering…”

“Did you not move out? Do you want to come back?” Quentin asked anxiously, his eyes filled with a hint of concern.