Chapter 942
Quentin didn’t care about anything else and quickly supported Kimberly, who was crying out in pain. Kimberly’s clothes were covered in soup, her hands were bright red from the burns, and there were a few red marks splattered on her neck.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see her pretending-to-be-elegant face.
“How are you, Kimberly?” Quentin asked urgently, his angry eyes suddenly looking at me.
I glanced at him lightly and sarcastically said, “If you hadn’t pretended to serve me soup, this wouldn’t have happened. So, Quentin, be more careful next time. Your pretense disgusts me.”
Quentin pursed his thin lips tightly, endured for a few seconds, and ultimately said nothing. Kimberly hated me so much; her eyes glared at me fiercely, as if she wanted to tear me apart.
Quentin hugged her and said tenderly, “You sit down, I’ll go get the first aid kit.”
At that moment, my dad scolded me, “Look at you, a good meal all ruined by you. Can’t we just eat well? Why do we have to say things that make everyone unhappy? Are we all treating you badly now? Why do you have to nitpick and make everyone unhappy?”
If it were in the past, when I heard my dad say this, I would definitely have been very angry, very sad, very aggrieved. But now, besides sarcasm, I have nothing in my heart.
I smiled at him and said, “Since you don’t like me so much, why did you invite me to stay over and even try to please me in various ways? Is it really a matter of conscience? But do you think that by doing this, my deceased mother will forgive you?”
My father was taken aback, but only for a few seconds. Then he angrily shouted at me, “You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about again. Your mother didn’t make it; that’s not anyone’s fault, that’s fate. I know you couldn’t accept the passing of your mother, but you can’t go crazy like this, making everyone restless.”
“Did I go crazy?” I stared at my dad fixedly and chuckled sarcastically.
My dad seemed a little guilty when I looked at him. He averted his gaze, clearing up the mess on the floor, and said to me, “Some things should be let go; it’s better for everyone that way.”
Oh, is everything okay with everyone? I’m afraid it’s only good for the father and son. One "carries the beauty back," one no longer needs to worry about money.
Quentin hurried over with the medicine box.
He glanced at me and said, “It’s okay, Ralda. Don’t take Dad’s words to heart. You’d better sit down quickly; the food is getting cold.”
I disgustingly pushed away his hand and sneered at him, “In the future, you don’t have to pretend to be a good brother in front of me. You want both love and family, but in this world, where can such good things be found?”
With that, I couldn’t be bothered to look at them anymore, and I carried my bag upstairs. Quentin had a room prepared for me in advance, right next to his and Kimberly’s bedroom.
Perhaps feeling a little guilty, my dad brought a plate of fruit up in the afternoon. He earnestly said to me, “Ralda, your mother is no longer here. You shouldn’t keep dwelling on past pain. The most important thing is for our family to live well.”
He said, and then placed the fruit in front of me. Before long, Quentin also came over, bringing with him the velvet cake that I used to love the most. I used to enjoy eating because I was pampered by my family.