Desperate Lovers

Chapter 31 Don't Ever Try to Commit Suicide, Okay?

"You survived two years in prison?

Just hold on for a little longer, okay?"

Angela licked her dry lips and didn't make a sound.

“You do not trust me, do you?”

Greyson raised one hand up, "I swear, if I can't manege to do what I promised, let me get hit by a car

when going out, struck by lightning when it rains, and die in misery!"

Angela grabbed his hand, "Brother, don't do this to me......"

"Then promise me you'll never commit suicide again, Okay?"

Greyson said eagerly.

"You've survived the prison, and life now is better than that, right?

“You just...... again."

"No, not better, not at all."

Angela interrupted him with a hoarse voice, "Brother, do you know what it's like to be called a murderer

wherever I go?"

She took a deep breath and said in tremble.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is to get down on your knees and ask for an apology?

Do you know how hurt I am when...... Dad ran away after he saw me?"

In prison, she constantly lied to herself, telling herself she'd be fine when she got out.

But when she really got out, she realized that reality can be so cruel.

"Brother, just pretend you never had me as your sister and let me go quietly, okay?"

Angela tried to tug on her lips, "I'll try to make it look like a car accident and will not let James take it as

an excuse to fight against the Chante Family ......"

"You’ve got a good plan."

At that moment, the ward door popped open and James walked in with a fake smile.

His usually meticulous suit was a bit disheveled, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of

sweat. It was unknown whether it was due to the high temperture in door or something else.

Angela's face went abruptly pale with fear, and she started to panic.

Why was he here?

“Fake a car accident to fool me?"

James walked to the bedside step by step, his dark eyes staring at her, "Do you think you're smart?

Or do you think I look like an idiot?"

Greyson stood up with a tense spine right in front of Angela, "James, don't go damn too far!”

“Jessica's legs are legs, but what about Angela's?”

“You broke her leg and put her in prison, what else do you want?"

"Mr. Chante do have a bad temper!"

James looked at him, with his head leaning towards him and said quietly.

Greyson was angry and wanted to say more, but Angela tugged on his sleeve, shaking her head at

him.

He frowned and moved aside irritably.

"Mr. Harvey,"

Angela sat up and looked at James, "Since you and Miss Jessica hate me so much, I'll sacrifice my

worthless life to make up for the mistake I made two years ago, is that Okay for you?"

Her was very pale, her uniform was loosely hanging on her, and she looked unusually thin and frail.

James looked down at her. The dead calmness in her eyes was completely different from the untamed

arrogance and affection two years ago.

His thin lips were tightly set into a line, somehow irritated, “Death is too easy."

"It turns out that my life is not as valueable as Miss Jessica's one leg......"

Angela tugged at her lip, trying to laugh, but she just could not force it. She felt sympathetic for herself,

"I know."

"James, don't go too far!"

Greyson clenched his fists, blood creeping up into his eyes little by little.

James smoothed the folding trace of his suit and said carelessly, "Mr. Chante should thank me.

If it weren't for me, Angela may not have chosen to live."

Greyson's anger nearly burst through his chest as he raised his fist and punched into James' face.

"Brother!"

Angela pulled out the needle and got down from the bed with her bare feet. She managed to stand in

front of James.

Their family couldn't afford to piss James off.

Greyson's fist stopped in the air, his eyes red, his teeth gritting, "Angela, get out of my way!"

"It's getting late, my sister-in-law and the kids are definitely waiting for you, so you should go home

now."

Angela's eyes were full of begging. Her brother was the only one who was good to her, she couldn't get

him into trouble.

Greyson put his fist away, forcing down the tears in his eyes and looked at James in anger,

"Remember, if anything happens to my sister, I'll defintely make you pay for it......."

"Brother, go back."

Angela tugged on his shirt, interrupting him, "Pay attention to the wound on your head, and if anything This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

goes wrong, come to the hospital as soon as possible."

Greyson's scarlet eyes looked at her and tried to say something, but his throat was like being choked

by a lump of cotton. He couldn't utter any words.

After a moment, he pulled out a card, and slipped it to her hand. Then he took a glare at James, and

turned away.

Angela looked at the card in her hand. It was the one he gave her last time. She sighed quietly and put

the card in her pocket.

As long as she didn't use the money in the card, Mom and Dad shouldn't know it.

“Excuse me.”

She bowed, ninety degrees to James, wearily.

"I apologize for what just happened on behalf of my brother. Hope you can forgive us."

"You and your brother care about one another very much, though."

James said, without a definite meaning.

Angela pursed her lips and kneeled on the floor, "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"I'm not a feudal emperor. I don't have a penchant for seeing people always kowtow to me."

James dropped his eyes to look at her, his brow furrowed a few times, "Get up."

The bruise on Angela's knee was still fresh and her stomach hurt so badly that she supported herself

with her hands and managed to stand up.

"Why do you need to take an infusion?"

James tilted his head to look at the infusion bottle.

The alcohol in his mouth hadn't dissipated, smothering Angela to the degree of nausea. She tried her

best to suppress the bitterness that were churning in her heart, but she still spoke with a bit of

unconcealed bitterness, Stomoache for drinking too much alcohol."

James' dark eyes paused on her for a few seconds before he moved his eyes away and gave a

careless “Emm".

Angela knew that she shouldn’t have any unrealistic expectations, and should not anticipate him to feel

guilty about it, but she couldn't help feeingl lost when she heard him just said “Emm” carelessly.

It turned out that she was less important to him than she expected.... She overestimated herself.

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone knocked on the door and got in without waiting for a consent from inside.

Jessica sat in the wheelchair in a white dress. Her perfect smile flashed with surprise and jealousy

when she saw James here, but she quickly resumed her natural state.

She pushed her wheelchair to his side, shyly.

"So, James remembers that I am coming for a rehab today. I thought you were so busy that you just

forgot it."

Angela kept her head down, clutching her shirt with her hands that were originally dangling at the sides

of her legs, only to feel the coldness of the ground spreading from the soles of her feet all the way up to

her heart. It was freezing.

No wonder James was in the hospital, it turned out that it was because Jessica would be here for the

rehab.

"How's your leg now?"

James glanced at Jessica's cold, bare legs and a sneer flashed across his eyes.

"The doctor said it would never be as dexterous as it used to be."

Jessica laughed bitterly and whispered.

"But it's okay, even if I can't dance for the rest of my life, I don't blame Angela."