Desperate Lovers

Chapter 343 Are You Silly?

"It was all my fault. You told me that mom was suffering from severe depression. I thought it was you,

as a pregnant woman, were too sensitive. If I had cared more about her at that time, maybe she would

not leave us..." Hearing that Elva committed suicide by cutting her wrists, Luna blamed herself.

Angela shook her head and said, "We should all be responsible."

It was because of dad’s coldness and ruthlessness, my elder brother's bad temper... and her own

irresolute temperament.

But it was useless to blame anyone right now.

"Mummy, where's grandma?" Taotao yawned, unable to open her eyes.

Luna wiped her tears hurriedly, and said with a smile: "Honey, grandma goes to travel, and it will take a

long time for her to come back."

"Grandma goes to travel? Why doesn’t she tell me? Doesn’t she like me anymore?" Taotao was a little

frustrated.

Luna comforted her with red eyes, and then stood up to hand a note to Angela, "This is mom's suicide

note. She might have put it in our room before she left."

Angela took the suicide note and opened it tremblingly.

There were only one or two hundred words in it.

Angela and Greyson, I'm sorry. All I could do before I go is to leave the shares and other properties on

my hand to you.

Neither hold a funeral for me, nor bury me in the grave. I’m too ashamed to see your grandparents, and

I don't want to be buried with Lorenzo after his death.

Spill my bone ash in the sea. I have spent my life by staying around your grandparents, or following

Lorenzo and you, so I haven’t got time to go out and have a look.

Farewell, my dear kids. Take good care of yourselves. Mother loves you forever.

When Angela finished reading the note, her tears had begun to fallen on the note.

"Suicide note? Where is the suicide note?" Lorenzo rushed there and grabbed the note from Angela.

When he saw what was written in the suicide note, his face turned completely bloodless, and he fell on

the ground powerlessly.

How could it be possible?

How could she be unwilling to stay with him after death? Was she crazy?

"She's dead now. Shouldn't you be happy? No one will disturb your important businesses anymore,

and no one will cry in your ears all day." Angela said lightly. She grabbed the suicide note from

Lorenzo, and handed it over to Greyson, who was crying aside silently, and said, "Have a look."

After reading it, Greyson was all tears.

Angela and Greyson went to get the bone ashes together, and they kept the ashes for a whole day.

The next day, they drove to the beach to spill the ashes into the sea. Lorenzo wanted to go with them.

But after being scolded by Greyson, he had a heart attack and was hospitalized.

On the way back, everyone was silent.

Angela thought for a while and said, "Greyson, I won't go back home with you today."

There were traces of their mother everywhere in the house, so, she would not be able to control her

feelings if she went back.

And until the moment mom died, she didn't know that Angela had come back because of some special

reasons instead of the so-called family love.

Angela didn't even know whether this was a good thing for her mother or not, after all, if she knew the

truth, she would feel even more uncomfortable.

Greyson mumbled in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going? I'll send you there."

"Bamboo Estate."

The car stopped in the Bamboo Estate at around seven o'clock in the evening.

Angela looked at the Land Rover at the entrance of the villa and frowned. She turned her head and

said to Greyson and Luna: "It's getting late, so, you two go back earlier, and I won’t invite you inside

today."

Greyson didn't think too much, and told her not to be too sad and take care of herself.

"Wait, I'll get off and have a word with Angela!" Luna said and got off the car. She stood next to Angela,

and whispered, "What's the matter? Someone came here unasked?"

Angela said, "Luna, don't ask too much. Go back with my brother. He is usually careless and simple-

minded, but he attaches great importance to love. The death of our mother gave him a big blow, so

please try to comfort and encourage him."

"I see." Luna sighed: "Then it’s your turn to tell me who have come?"

Angela lowered her head and said, "Nobody, I'm just too tired to invite you in today."

"That's okay. We don’t need you to treat us. We will just go in and sit for a while." Luna said, prepared

to go inside.

Stepping forward, Angela grabbed her and frowned, "It’s Lawson."

"No wonder you don’t invite us in. If your brother becomes unbridled in front of him, I don't dare to think

about the consequences." Luna said: "Your brother is a troublemaker, and I dare not let him in. Ok, we

will go back now. Give me a call when you are done."

Angela nodded.

Luna got in the car and didn't say anything about Lawson. She waved at Angela and then they drove

away.

"Miss Angela, please." Lawson became impatient so he asked Nathen to come out and look for her.

Angela took a deep breath and walked in.

Not surprisingly, a cup flew over as soon as she entered the villa. This had become a usual practice for

Lawson to see her.

Angela turned her head away to duck the cup and said before Lawson became angry: "The wound

slashed by the cup may cause infection. If the infection is serious, it may affect the child."

"If you are not satisfied with me, you can write it down and get back at me after I give birth to the child."

In the living room, James was topless and kneeling on the ground, with crisscrossed traces of blue and

purple on his back, that were newly hit by a crutch seemingly.

And the blood-stained crutch beside Lawson proved her guess.

Angela clenched her fists slightly, and resisted her desire to go forward.

"You are good at finding yourself an amulet!" Lawson shouted to her. "Since I could not hit you, let

James suffer it."

He picked up a cup and threw it directly towards James.

Angela's pupils shrunk slightly. When she wanted to move forward and block the cup subconsciously,

James shook his head slightly, beckoning her not to come.

She compressed her lips and stopped. When she stared at the bruises on James, the grievance

caused by Lawson's insults, and the depression brought by her mother's death, burst out together at

the same time.

"Lawson, could I ask you a question? What has James done to make you punish him like this?" she

sneered.

Lawson was dissatisfied with her attitude, and roared: "What has he done? His biggest mistake is to be

with you, a stupid woman who is inferior to Jessica!"

"Huh!" Angela sneered, "It seems that if we do not do things according to your will, it will be a big

mistake. I really want to see, if you discover before your death that your third son was your woman and

her adulterer’s, what will you...?"

Before she could finish, Lawson picked up his crutch and interrupted her black in the face, "Bastard!"

James frowned and stood up immediately, holding Angela in his arms, ready to protect her from the

crutch.

"How could you always get punished for me?" Angela smiled and turned around.

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The crutch hit so heavily on her back that she gritted her teeth. It was so painful that she broke out in

cold sweat, and felt her throat bleeding.

"Are you silly?" James asked angrily, burning with a frenzy of rage.