Chapter 233

It was like Ronald Wright saw right through my guard. The next second, his tall frame leaned in, and I found myself trapped against the cold wall. I tried to dodge, but he pinned one hand beside my head. I glared at him, snapping, "What do you think you're doing?" With that chilling smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, Ronald said coolly, "Relax. I’m not smashing your phone again. If that cripple stirs up some drama, you’re the one who’ll stress over it. And I’ll be the one annoyed in the end. So go ahead, answer—it could be something urgent." I didn’t buy it for a second. He looked exactly like someone who’d chuck my phone at the wall. “I’ll answer after you leave,” I said flatly. He raised a brow, giving me that devil-may-care smile. “Your wound's still open. If Grandpa finds out I let you go like this, he’ll flip. After all, you’re my sister.” The irony was so thick I could choke on it. Ronald was acting like he was cursed or something. He said last time that if I insisted on pl