Kristino followed Du Ruoxin to a shaded spot where no one was around. With one hand in his pocket, he said, "You want to tell me—"
Before he could finish, Du Ruoxin glared at him, furious. "Why did you break off your engagement with Clara? She's pregnant with your child!"
*Brother, how much of a scumbag do you have to be to do something like this!*
Kristino frowned slightly. "That's it?"
His dismissive gaze and disdainful expression made Du Ruoxin's eyelids twitch. "—"
She really wanted to hit him.
Really!
Kristino continued to court danger. "The child is what she wanted, not me."
Du Ruoxin: "Pfft—"
Her chest felt like it had been hit by ten thousand points of damage. She couldn't help but spit it out.
"Brother!"
Yet Kristino maintained his cold and heartless demeanor. "Tell Clara that her monthly living expenses will not be reduced by a single cent, but she no longer has the right to the title."
Xin'er would soon despair of Rong Jingyang, and he would soon have Xin'er.
Therefore, the title of Mrs. Rothschild—he would only give it to her.
After speaking, Kristino turned and left, ignoring Du Ruoxin's expression.
"No..." Du Ruoxin's mind hadn't caught up. She was still a bit stunned. "Kristino! Stop!"
Come back!
However, no matter how much she called, the person had already walked far away.
His resolute and indifferent back offered no room for negotiation.
Du Ruoxin wanted to chase after him and drag him back, but what then?
Brother had made up his mind, how could she change it?
Du Ruoxin stood rooted to the spot, a heavy stone pressing down on her heart, making it impossible to breathe.
How should she reply to her sister-in-law?
Du Ruoxin covered her face with both hands and slumped to the ground dejectedly.
Sigh!
What a mess!
She was truly afraid that if she told Clara, Clara might not be able to accept it for a moment, might have a breakdown, and in her emotional state, miscarry...
—
Inside, after Kristino left, it was as if everyone had a tacit understanding. They all stopped talking and pricked up their ears to listen to the situation outside.
Would there be any explosive gossip!
"Kristino, stop!"
Du Ruoxin's angry roar, carried through the air, reached everyone's minds.
Yo, she's lost it?
Mrs. Rong dared to yell at Mr. Rothschild?
What—
Did they talk about?
Just as everyone was curious if anything more explosive would happen next—like Du Ruoxin making threats, or throwing something at Kristino; like Kristino getting angry and driving away the Rong Jingyang couple.
Footsteps, "tick-tock, tick-tock," sounded from outside, and then Kristino's tall and straight figure walked in.
Rong Jingyang looked up at him. "What did you do to upset my wife?"
The onlookers who were watching the show nodded in unison—yes, yes, we want to know too.
Kristino coldly provoked, "Heh, I made her unhappy. What can you do about it?"
Rong Jingyang: "—"
A chorus of gasps erupted from the crowd: "Whoa—"
They're going to fight!
The air was thick with tension!
"Hmm?" Rong Jingyang let out a soft "hmm," and then a hint of calculation flashed in his deep eyes.
"Bro—ther." He called out each syllable. "Your own sister, you pamper her yourself. Don't come crying to me to help you coax her later."
What?!
What did Rong Jingyang call Kristino?
Did they hear that wrong?
Does this "brother" mean that brother, or does it have some other meaning?
A group of people stared in shock at the two men locked in a fierce confrontation.
Kristino felt a surge of blood rise to his chest—*You Rong, who the hell are you calling brother! Don't call me that! Don't try to get close to me!*