Chapter 971

“Ralda, this time you must help me.”

I glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

He glanced at my dining table and chuckled, “Ralda, you have such a rich breakfast all by yourself.”

With that, he sat down across from me and picked up a sandwich to eat.

I coldly said, “Put it down!”

The breakfast that Reynaldo made for me with his own hands—what right does he have to eat it?

My father was taken aback and frowned, saying, “Look at you, just because I ate one of your sandwiches, do you have to be so fierce? I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

He said, while putting the sandwich into his mouth.

I got up and rudely snatched the sandwich, throwing it directly into the trash can.

Reynaldo made it himself; even if I didn’t eat it, I wouldn’t let him eat it.

My father’s face immediately darkened, “Ralda, do you have to be like this? I am your father!”

“When you publicly expose Kimberly’s wrongdoing in front of Reynaldo, that’s when I’ll consider you my dad.”

My father laughed, “Ralda, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. What crime could Kimberly have committed?”

I almost guessed he would say that, and I didn’t feel any fluctuations in my heart.

Actually, up to now, I really admire Kimberly. What method did she use to make my dad, Quentin, and Zackery all listen to her so well?

I said lightly, “This is my and Reynaldo’s home; you are not welcome here. Please leave.”

“Ralda, no matter what, I am still your father. Be careful, you will be struck by lightning for treating your father like this!”

“I would rather be struck by lightning than call you ‘dad,’ get lost!”

My father’s face darkened again in an instant.

I ignored him and continued to eat my breakfast.

Really, the morning just ruined my mood.

My father glared at me angrily for a while, and then his attitude softened.

“Let it go, let it go. You are my good daughter after all; I won’t be mad at you.”

“I actually came today because I have something I want to ask for your help with.”

“Oh… then you go to Reynaldo and report Kimberly; I’ll help you.”

“Tsk, you child, why are you saying this again? I didn’t even know what bad things she did. How can I report her?”

“There’s nothing more to say; get out!”

My dad sat still, and I felt annoyed when I looked at him. I also had no appetite for breakfast.

I got up and was about to go upstairs when he suddenly grabbed me and said urgently, “Ralda, you can’t just leave like this; you must help me. Kimberly actually put a camera in her room.”

I was taken aback and frowned at him. “Kimberly installed a camera in her own room?”

No, it’s not…

I had carefully observed their bedroom that day, and there were no cameras in that room at all.

And, if there really were cameras, wouldn’t Kimberly have seen the scene where I secretly hid the recorder?

But this doesn’t make sense. If Kimberly already knew about the existence of the recorder at that time, how could she still have the nerve to spend the whole night with Quentin?

Wasn’t she afraid that her embarrassing voice would be heard by others?

The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

I asked my dad, “How did you know there were cameras in their room? Where were the cameras installed?”

“Alas!” My dad sighed heavily and said urgently, “It’s all because I’ve been investing again recently and trying to develop some hobbies, which has made my finances a bit tight.”