Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 566

Chapter 566

When Reynaldo told me these words, I didn’t believe them, because from my perspective, he really cared more about Kimberly.

Looking at this information now, from Kimberly’s perspective, Reynaldo‘ really did love me.

I

put away my phone and walked to the door of the emergency room, feeling a sudden warmth and soreness in my eyes.

In terms of emotions, Reynaldo really was a big fool.

How could he have thought of using Kimberly to make me jealous?

Wasn’t he afraid that I would really get angry and leave?

Fool, Reynaldo really is a big fool.

The door of the emergency room remained tightly closed, every minute and every second was torture.

I closed my sore eyes, leaned against the cold wall, and my mind was

blank.

I didn’t want to think about anything now, I just wanted to wait for him to wake up, to tell him myself that I was willing to trust him, and that we could start over.

Reynaldo’s phone kept ringing, and it was always Kimberly calling.

She really “persevered“.

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Not long after, she sent another message, “I fell ill. Reynaldo, I feel really bad, can you come and keep me company?”

I pursed my lips, a hint of irony flashing through my mind.

So, every time Reynaldo left me, it was actually not because Reynaldo cared more about Kimberly, but because Kimberly was using her illness to play the victim to him?

I took a deep breath, looked up at the white ceiling, and felt a bit uncomfortable in my heart.

I don’t know how long it had been when the door of the emergency room finally opened.

I hurried over.

As soon as I returned to the ward, I found that the man had already woken up, leaning against the head of the bed, staring out of the window in a daze.

When he saw me coming back, his expression froze for a moment, then he pulled his lips and said, “You haven’t left yet.”

“I left, who cares about you?”

I replied, carrying water and medicine as I walked inside.

“The doctor said you had a stomach problem and also said that you were drinking so much alcohol, it’s like you’re asking for trouble.”

He said lightly, “Feeling upset, just want to drink.”

My heart gave a slight tug, feeling a bit sour.

These days, I had a falling out with him, and he definitely didn’t have a good day.

I lowered my gaze and handed him the capsule pill.

“Here, the doctor prescribed a lot of medication for you, instructing you to swallow a few pills of each as soon as you wake up.”