Desperate Lovers

Chapter 92 A Injured Cripple

Angela hunkered her leg down into her skirt, covering her right leg completely with her gown, and gave

a soft muffled “yes”.

“So what did the doctor say?” Auntie Susan moved closer to her, her eyes filled with excitement, “Is it

still curable?

My own nephew is an expert in this field and is now studying in America. I’ll have him come back and

examine for you!”

Remembering James’s warning, Angela pursed her lips and didn’t make a sound.

“I get angry when you say that!”

Greyson violently pestled his broom on the ground, the noodles splattered on his suit pants and he

didn’t bother, “James is a fucking psycho, pervert, bastard, son of a bitch. He broke my sister’s leg and

he won’t let my sister cure it!”

He spat on the ground, his handsome face red with anger, “Fuck, I wish him to get hit by a car when he

goes out. It’s better for him to become a injured cripple. Break a leg and die without descendants...”

“Hey, excuse me for interrupting.” Auntie Susan made a gesture of pause and said seriously,

“Actually, I think it’s good that Mr. James broke Angela’s leg instead.”

As soon as the words were heard, Greyson had already raised the dirty broom in his hand. Luna

stopped him with an ugly face, “You...... It’s not too late for you to hear Auntie Susan finish her words

first.”

Angela didn’t make a sound or do anything, but her face was bloodless and her eyes were filled with

disbelief.

BANG!

The broom was tossed onto the table.

Greyson pulled over a chair and sat on it, and said to Auntie Susan with an angry look,

“Watch your mouth. If my parents hurt her, I will scold them, not to mention you!”

“How did you talk to your elders?!” Auntie Susan stood up and slapped Greyson on the head, “Did you

still want to hit me?”

Greyson covered his head with hands. His handsome face turned red and didn’t explain why it was so

for half a day.

“Can’t you hear me out?” Auntie Susan glared at Greyson before sitting down in exasperation. Then

she looked at Angela and said slowly,

“Miss Jessica said she wouldn’t sue you, but the rest of the Smith family wanted to torture you!”

Greyson growled angrily, “What does this have to do with that bastard James breaking my sister’s leg?

He...”

“Could you let Auntie Susan finish what she has to say in peace?!”

Luna put her hand on the inside of his arm and pinched him hard.

Greyson grimaced in pain and muttered a few small words.

“If your leg hadn’t been broken by Mr. James, how could the Smith family have agreed to only let you

serve two years in jail? They will make you spend the rest of your life in jail for sure!”

When Auntie Susan said the last sentence, she raised her voice.

Angela clenched her fists so hard that they turned white, “So...”

She paused for a moment and squeezed the words out of her throat with difficulty, “So you think I have

to thank him for that?”

A man broke her leg with a golf club, threw her in jail without allowing her to be treated, and she had to

thank him?

“That’s not what I meant. Don’t get mad at me.”

Auntie Susan pacified her, “I just want to say that whatever perverted thoughts Mr. James had in mind,

you are kind of blessed by the disaster.”

Angela hung her head low and the scar at the end of her brow was flushed with bitterness, “In your

opinion, isn’t it a good deal to trade a leg for the rest of your life to be free?”

But it wasn’t a cost-effective thing for her, and she’d rather end up alone in prison than be brought to

the Dream Club to be humiliated by James. She was even unable to die if she wanted to.

“Forget about these disappointing things. You didn’t eat much of noodles, so sit for a while and I’ll go

make you another bowl.”

Auntie Susan got up in a blaze of glory.

Angela really didn’t have much appetite to eat but couldn’t bear to brush off her good intentions, so she

agreed.

The Pearl Hotel.

The hotel manager hurriedly led a few people into the RICH hall used to handle Angela’s birthday party

and came around to James.

“I have some business to attend to, so excuse me for a moment.”

James was talking to a few people about business matters but when he saw the hotel manager and the

others coming over, he told the bosses that he had to leave for a moment, and then went aside with the

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The hotel manager wiped the sweat from his head and said scrupulously.

“I just checked the surveillance. After Miss Angela left here, she ran down the stairs and accidentally

broke her foot on the third-floor stairs.”

James shook the red wine in his hand and frowned slightly.

Seeing this, the hotel manager cautiously said.

“Mr. James?”

“Go on.”

James took a sip of red wine, which slowly heated up in his stomach and made him irritable.

A twenty-year-old person could still fall? Was she stupid?

It was then that the hotel manager continued, “She didn’t move after she fell, and then Mr. Greyson and

Miss Luna found her and said something with her. They all cried but I don’t know what they talked

about.

Later on, Mr. Greyson carried Miss Angela behind his back and left with Miss Luna.”

“What?” The red wine was gently and slowly shaking, refracting brilliantly in the light, but like rich blood,

depressing and stifling.

The manager froze for a moment before snapping back, “The surveillance at the front of the hotel

shows the three of them driving east, but we don’t know exactly where they went. Do we need to follow

them again?”

Instead of answering, James asked, “Greyson is carrying Angela because she broke her foot badly?”

“I can’t tell from the surveillance that Miss Angela’s foot is swollen, so I’m not sure how serious the

injury is.”

The hotel manager couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, “Should I call Mr. Greyson and ask?”

James unbuttoned two of his shirts so that he could feel his breathing smoother, “No, you may do your

own work.”

The hotel manager had just said yes and was about to take a few security guards away when he was

pushed aside by Adeline.

“James, what the hell do you mean?!” Adeline rushed furiously to James, tilting her head to look at

James, who was more than a head taller than her, and her delicate makeup couldn’t hide her ugly face.

The guests watched one good show after another, but continued to be excited and not bored.

It seemed that every time as long as Adeline was around, they could watch a good show. After all, she

was also a mudslide existence in the circle. She was over half a hundred years old but doing things

more capriciously than the ladies in their teens or twenties.

James took a sip of red wine, the knot in his throat rolling, his expression bland, “I don’t know what

auntie is talking about.”

“Don’t be so glib with me here!” When Adeline got angry, she spoke and acted according to her heart,

“You’re about to get engaged to Jessica, yet you’re holding a birthday party for that vermin Angela? Are

you having some kind of inappropriate relationship with her?”

James put the unfinished red wine on the table behind him and said carelessly. “If I say yes, you are by

and large angrier, but if I say no, you won’t believe me.

What do you think I should say?”

“Don’t give me any smart answers!”

Adeline was more dissatisfied with James, her future son-in-law, “Today in front of everyone, tell us

whether you are still concerned about that bitch Angela? If so, I’ll never let Jessica marry you!”