Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 67

Chapter67

In the Humphrey family, it seems that only Winston treated me well. only Winston would worry about me and care for me.

But there was no way, I couldn’t let Reynaldo misunderstand anymore.

The lady of high social status came over and grabbed Winston, angrily saying, “Enough, didn’t you see that she didn’t want to talk to you at all? Why are you trying to get close to her when she clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you?”

Ha, she was just a destitute rich girl, an abandoned woman that no one wanted. She really thought she was someone special.

“Mom, please don’t say that about Esmeralda.”

Winston turned to the noblewoman and said a sentence, then looked at me, and sadly asked, “Ralda, did I do something wrong and cause trouble for you? I’m sorry, I…”

“No, it’s none of your business. It’s my own problem.”

I interrupted him hastily and said, “Thank you for your concern just now, but I’m really fine.”

At the staircase, Reynaldo coldly huffed and walked upstairs.

I ignored Winston and hurriedly chased after Reynaldo.

My knees were throbbing with pain, and when I turned the corner of the stairs, I couldn’t bear the agony any longer and collapsed onto the

handrail

Reynaldo, who was walking ahead, stopped.

He turned around and looked down at me, his brows and eves filled with coldness and indifference. “Since it hurts so much, why didn’t you show it in front of Winston? Are you afraid that he will feel sorry for you?”

I held onto the armrest tightly and remained silent.

He walked down step by step, sneering at me coldly, “Unfortunately, your performance means nothing to me. I am not Winston. I won’t feel sorry for you.”

Yeah, he didn’t care about me.

Where would there be a sugar daddy who would cherish a trivial plaything in their hands?

I smiled at him and said, “I never thought of making you feel sorry either.”

After saying that, I gritted my teeth and stood up straight, slowly making my way upstairs.

He stared at me coldly for a long time, brushed past my shoulder, and walked away without looking back.

I stared at his cold back, and a touch of sour wetness welled up in my eyes again.

The guests and the servants gathered downstairs, while the second Пloor remained quiet.

The quaint buildings showed signs of age.

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