Chapter 573

After I finished eating with my mom, I reheated the food I had just left, packed it in a thermos, and planned to take it to Reynaldo. Fortunately, the hospital was not far, and we could drive there in just half an hour.

I arrived at the hospital building at half past eight in the evening. I glanced upstairs, afraid that Mikaela and Kimberly were still there. I was hesitating whether to call Reynaldo first, but then his phone rang first.

I quickly picked up the phone. As soon as he answered, a man’s voice of grievance came from the other end, “Are you trying to starve me to death?”

I was dumbfounded, “Didn’t you ask Kimberly to buy you some food first?”

“No,” Reynaldo paused, then smiled, “I just wanted to eat what you made.”

I looked at the lunch box next to me with embarrassment and said, “I brought you some food, but it’s not made by me. My mom made it before I left.”

Reynaldo did not speak.

I quickly added, “It’s just me who heated it up.”

There came a muffled laugh from over there, and he said, “Hurry over.”

The phone hung up, and I quickly picked up the thermos and walked into the hospital. I have to say, after making up with Reynaldo, this man’s temper improved a lot, and he spoke with a gentle smile. I had never imagined that Reynaldo would be so gentle with me. In a great mood, I even hummed a little tune as I walked into the elevator.

The elevator door was just about to close when it was pressed open by someone from outside. The narrow road of enemies—it was Kimberly and Mikaela.

When Mikaela saw me, her eyes were like sharp knives. Kimberly still had a gentle demeanor. She whispered to me with a smile, “Ms. Duffy, what a coincidence.”

“Um,” I responded, greeting Mikaela with a smile, “Hello, Mikaela.” As the saying goes, “Do not hit a smiling person with your hand.” Sure enough, Mikaela choked on her words when she opened her mouth to scold me, and coldly snorted, saying, “Shut up, who do you think I am? Don’t call my name directly!”

“Oh, Ms. Versta.”

“You!” Mikaela was so angry with me that her face turned red. She angrily said, “Don’t let me see you again in the future!”

“Oh,” I responded again, making a submissive gesture with lowered brows. Mikaela coldly snorted at me in disdain and then stopped talking. I shrank into the corner of the elevator, trying to minimize my presence.

Kimberly suddenly glanced at the thermos in my hand and said, “Ms. Duffy, you brought lunch for Reynaldo, didn’t you? Actually, it’s not necessary. It’s so far, it might get cold bringing it over. I just bought dinner for Reynaldo with Mikaela.” She said, and then she raised the takeout box in her hand in front of me.

I said expressionlessly, “Reynaldo specifically asked for the meal I made, so it’s not up to you to decide whether we need it or not.” Kimberly immediately looked at Mikaela with a look of grievance, as if she wanted Mikaela to support her.

Sure enough, Mikaela’s eyes instantly “cut like knives.” “You get out of here. My son doesn’t need you to visit, and he won’t eat the food you bring. Aren’t you just clinging to him because you see he has money now? I already said before, name your price; as long as you are willing to leave him, I will give you whatever amount.”

“Oh, then I’ll ask for a sky-high price. Can you afford it?”