Chapter 667
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“I know you wanted to help me, you have good intentions, but they just made up, how can you do this to them? What about Ralda?”
I furrowed my brows, what does Quentin mean by this?
What do you mean by “What am I supposed to do?”
Who was he talking to on the phone after all?
Pushing down the doubts in my heart, I walked slowly to the door.
Quentin’s voice became clearer.
“Don’t cry, I didn’t mean to blame you, I was just a little anxious.”
Quentin’s voice, though urgent, also carried a hint of gentleness and appeasement.
Was it his girlfriend on the other end of the phone?
“Don’t cry, Kimora. No matter what, you have a good heart. You did it for me. Whatever happens, I won’t blame you.”
I pursed my lips, Quentin was indeed talking on the phone with his girlfriend.
“What exactly are they talking about?” I faintly sensed the seriousness of the situation from Quentin’s anxious tone.
“What did you say?!”
I was feeling puzzled in my heart when Quentin suddenly shouted outside. the door, which startled me and accidentally kicked the door.
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“No, no, absolutely not, I absolutely cannot do this!”
Quentin said in a low voice, and the next second he pushed open the door, followed by hanging up the phone.
He stared at me, looking a bit flustered, “Ralda, are you awake? When did you wake up?”
I looked at him inexplicably, “Just woke up, what’s wrong?”
Quentin breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, “No, nothing.”
I noticed Quentin didn’t look quite right and couldn’t help asking, “Who were you talking to on the phone just now? Did something happen?”
“No, no.” Quentin’s face didn’t look too good, and he also had a hesitant look as if he wanted to say something.
My heart fluttered, “Is it Mom’s surgery…”
“No, my mother’s surgery has not finished yet, and so far, there have been no problems.”
“What were you talking about on the phone just now? You mentioned me, and your tone sounded anxious, Quentin, what exactly…”
“No worries, Ralda. Don’t overthink it. Come on, I’ll take you to see the operating room.”
Quentin interrupted me and walked out.
I frowned and stared at his back, always feeling like he was hiding something from me.
But at the moment I was more worried about my mom, so I didn’t pester him with more questions, but followed him to the operating room.
The operating room’s door remained tightly closed.
I stood outside the door, twisting my hands anxiously.
Because of the nightmare I just had, a lingering shadow remained in my. heart.
I looked at Quentin, who was sitting on the bench, head down, frowning. tightly as if he was texting someone.
I had just walked past when he quickly put away his phone, looking nervous and strange.
I frowned at him and asked, “What are you hiding from me?”
Quentin shook his head and spoke grimly, “Ralda, you better not ask.”
He paused and then inexplicably asked me, “Hasn’t Reynaldo called you today?”
I instinctively reached into my pocket for my phone, only to realize that I had left it in the car when I rushed to get the kidney just now.
Hastily arriving at the parking lot, I opened the car door and indeed saw my phone lying on the passenger seat.
I quickly picked up the phone and unlocked it. In an instant, 39 missed calls appeared on the screen, which startled me.
I opened it, and all of them were calls from Reynaldo, and almost all of them were made at the same time, my phone was almost out of battery.