Desperate Lovers

Chapter 350 Luna Wouldn't Set James up.

"My girlfriend has been in a mood for some malicious slanders recently, so I would like to leave now if

you don't have anything else to bring up."

James turned back and intended to walk out after he inclined slightly to others.

Amy stood up and stopped him by snapping, "Wait!"

"what's the matter, auntie?" James asked.

Before she could reply, he pre-empted her, "If you are jealous for my holding a twenty-five percent

stake, then there's nothing I can do.

"I think I deserve it for my contributions to the company. Moreover, you don't need to transfer your

shares to me, do you?"

Wilson got to his feet and tipped Amy a wink, preventing her from going on. "Your auntie called you just

to remind you that since Miss Angela is pregnant you should take good care of her."

"Of course I will. Goodbye," James replied before he strode out.

The group of people was left in the living room, each with their own thoughts.

In the Bamboo Estate.

Angela looked through the chats as Luna asked her.

Those messages were all exchanged between her mother and someone with the nickname of

"relieving you of depression".

The two began to chat online one month ago. They didn't do it every day, but only when Elva was

upset, with floods of exchanges each time.

Reading one of the messages sent by Elva, Angela felt bitter as it said, "Now my daughter and son are

fed up with me, and so does my husband. I have no one else to talk to, and you are the only one

listening to me."

She restrained a fund of emotions and read through the messages. Most of the time, Elva was the one

pouring out her troubles while the other was always counseling her. There seemed to be nothing

unusual.

Angela wrote, "Is there anything wrong with these chats?"

Luna replied, "You can see these screenshots before asking me."

Luna sent her three or four screenshots, through which Angela found surprisingly the person named

"relieving you of depression" had been implying that her mother shouldn't receive any treatment.

Reading the last chat record between the two, Angela furrowed her brow.

"Relieving you of depression" said, "Actually your thoughts are quite common among housewives, not

depression at all, and those psychologists were just overstating."

Elva replied, "I don't think I'm sick either, but my family urged me to receive the treatment. I have met

with two psychologists before and they diagnosed me with major depressive disorder. My daughter

introduced another doctor to me today, yet I don't want to make her worried."

"Relieving you of depression" suggested, "That's easy. As a psychologist myself, I have an utmost

familiarity with such cases. I would send you a file to learn. You can answer the questions accordingly

when your psychologist comes to you, and then they would not diagnose you with depression."

After a while, during which, in Luna's estimation, Angela could probably finish reading the chats, Luna

sent the file over.

It's a lengthy file, teaching people, to summarize, how to not get diagnosed with depression.

After reading it, Angela felt a fit of coldness across her heart and limbs.

Angela held her phone with her hand trembling and typed a message.

"This guy had hampered mom's receiving treatment deliberately. After mom died, Jessica made full use

of it. From any perspective, this guy should be Jessica or someone she arranged for. Why do you NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

suspect James?"

There's no reply for a long time after the message was sent.

Angela longed to give her a call to ask about it but changed her mind after finding Luna's number... She

was sort of afraid of listening.

She dropped her cellphone aside and lied on the bed. With a burst of pain on her back, she got to

remember that there's a wound on her back.

Angela turned to lie on her belly, her mind in turmoil.

James had looked for a doctor for her mom with earnest efforts, so how could it be possible for him to

harm her mom? Besides, he had nothing against her, and she couldn't figure out why he would do that!

However, Luna must assert it for a reason, and there's no way that she would set James up

deliberately!

She kept thinking about it, coming up with nothing. Meanwhile, Luna hadn't reply her on WeChat.

She took her cellphone out once and again, intending to call Luna to make it clear before finally giving

up.

If it was really directed by James, or it concerned him, what should she do? What of the children?

Hum—

The cellphone vibrated abruptly.

She snatched it and unlocked it.

Luna replied, "I would tell you all I know as soon as we meet. Now please delete these messages in

case Mr. James would smell a rat, given his consistent thoroughness."

She hesitated for a second before responding.

"Luna, are you sure James is related to this? Would it be possible that ... there are any mistakes?"

The reply came in no time.

"I don't know exactly, but I'm sure it linked with Mr. James. And let's leave the rest till tomorrow.

Remember to delete our chats."

Angela frowned. She was about to ask more about it when the door snapped open, Subconsciously,

she put her phone away.

This move was beyond reason, but James didn't point it out at the sight of the unnatural nerves on her

face.

"Have you got things done?" Angela asked.

James inclined his head, looked down at her, and frowned indiscernibly, "Does it hurt on your back?"

"... It's fine." Angela changed her position serenely to sit up instead of lying down regardless of the pain

in her back.

With the wound on her back not being treated, her clothes were stained with faint blood. He took out a

first aid kit and helped her take off her clothes to treat the wound.

Lawson showed no mercy while beating her, leaving a weal extending from her left shoulder straight to

the lower right of her back, making it inevitable to remove her underwear in order to deal with the

wound.

Angela was not so bold that she could face him half-naked, so she, with her body tightened, said, "The

wound in the middle, even if won't be treated ...."

Snap!

James unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.

With a sudden chill on her body, Angela flung her arms around her breast without thinking.

"Has anywhere on your body not touched, stroked by me, uh?" James sat behind her, his lips,

intentionally or unintentionally, brushing her white earlobe gently during his whisper.

A woman's body was particularly sensitive when pregnant.

As the wetness on her earlobe ran through her, Angela recoiled aside instinctively, her eyelashes

fluttering swiftly.

James's eyes were fixed momently on her skin which was fair but covered in crossed scars before they

darkened gradually, seemingly inside of which were two small fireballs.

He forced himself to look away and concentrated on treating her wound.

Even though he did it as tenderly as possible, Angela still gasped with pain, a fine film of sweat oozing

from her forehead.

"Sorry," after finishing binding up, James whispered softly as if she was something fragile, and then he

gave her a back hug.

Angela felt a strong beat of her heart. She turned her head and said, "That's ... oh!"

Before she could let out another word, her mouth got stuffed by him.