Desperate Lovers
Chapter 148 You Are a 'Good' Person

"You've already known what exactly happened in the car accident two years ago, right?"

James asked slowly as his eyes fixed on Lorenzo's face.

This was the first time Lorenzo told James about the car accident two years ago. He deliberated it for a moment, then he looked at James' face and said,

"I don't care who is right or who is wrong. At the end of the day, it was Jessica who was hurt. Angela's legs were snapped and thrown in jail, because she totally deserved it." As for..."

"You are such a 'nice' person." James interrupted with a smile.

Lorenzo couldn't figure out what he meant and thought he was complimenting. So he politely replied,

"Angela deserves to be punished for her mistake. Though she is my daughter, I have to be reasonable and not cover it up for her."

"Well, not bad for a nice person like you."

James sneered.

Lorenzo smiled, "Then that land in G City..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but what he meant was clear.

"To participate in the auction, I suggest you prepare some money in advance, and if your company does not have enough working capital, you can go to the bank for some loan. I have other things to do, so please excuse me."

James didn't give Lorenzo any chance and strode out of the room.

The curves on Lorenzo's mouth disappeared. His middle-aged but well-maintained face was filled with bewilderment and confusion.

He saw James' back disappear from his sight, and his bewilderment grew a little more.

James held a grudge against the Chantes because Angela hit Jessica. Now that he had cleared the air with Angela, he wondered how came James was still upset with him.

And today, judgnig by the way James looked at Angela, it was not like he hated her guts. Lorenzo felt like... he frowned and glanced at the ward. After a long time of deliberation, he walked in.

Angela was barefoot and taut. She reached the grass in front of the hospital, which was lit up but not very bright.

The place was empty after 9:00 p.m., because the patients and families who took the walk here went back.

The chilly crowled upwards along her feet, her legs and her hands... her whole body felt chilly. Only her heart was on fire, but it was not the heat of passionate enthusiasm; it was the heat brought on by the fire of anger and depression, which almost burned out her soul. "Angela, put on your shoes, the ground is cold, and you'll get sick."

Luna stood behind her for a long time. Then she sighed softly and walked up to Angela with a pair of shoes in her hands.

Anyone with a lame leg and pulmonary edema, catching a cold would only brought her many more problems.

Angela was lowering her head and didn't look at Luna. She didn't put on her shoes and let the coolness on her body and the fire in her heart mingle together. She felt so painful as if she was walking on a knife edge or being cooked in a frying pan.

"No matter how angry you are, just don't torture yourself. You're the one who'll have a hard time if you relapse, and that would only make your haters happier."

Luna knelt down and grabbed Angela's ankle. Then she said, "Juts lift your feet."

Angela shook her head. Tears streamed down from the corner of her eyes, she hastily wiped it away and said in a hoarsen voice,

"I just need a moment for myself. Luna, please go back, it's cold here."

"Just lift your foot when I tell you to. You're trying to make me angry, aren't you?"

Luna looked up and yelled at her, "If you don't behave, I'll call your brother to handle this."

Angela grinned a smile, and tears rolled down into her mouth. It was salty. She then said, "He's no better than me now, and he can't even get out of bed. How could he possibly hit me?"

She said as she lifted her right foot held by Luna.

"He will as soon as he got better."

Luna put the right shoe on her, then she held the left foot and said,

"This one."

Angela lifted her left foot and looked down at Luna who was putting her shoes on. A suffocation hit her chest and she could barely catch her breath.

She wiped her tears and almost fell down. Then she laughed and said, "He never hit me because he loved me too much."

"Then you should treat yourself better and stop torturing yourself."

Luna put on her shoes and stood up. Her eyes were slightly red. She said, "You could never imagine how much he had been through over these two years. He was always drunk. When he was drunk, he squatted on the floor, covering his face and crying. He always said that he was sorry... for you."

Luna sobbed and took a deep breath. Then her voice had returned to normal, as she continued, "He has started going to the office to study now, but his wreched look made him a joke to other people. Many times has he come home angry and said he wouldn't go back again, but on the next day he would still go to work an hour early, acting like a totally different person."

Angela lowered her head without making a sound. Her upper body was shrouded invisible in darkness. Clear liquid dripped down on her shoes.

"Your brother is doing this to help you."

Luna patted her hand, and said with her soft voice, "So don't torture yourself. That will only make your brother's heart hurts, and so does mine."

In the past two years, Angela had only cried in front of Greyson and Luna once, which was in the dark stairwell at her birthday party.

The rest of the time, no matter how frustrated and angry she was, she had never shed a tear in front of anyone.

This time, her tears was totally out of control. She tilted her head to try not to cry, only to replace more tears flow down her neck.

Two years in prison had snuffed all her dignity and temper, and her only motivation to live was to see her parents, Greyson and Luna after she was released. Then she would kill herself and leave the world that had made her suffer.

But she didn't expect to meet James before she met her parents, and she was threatened by him to become an employee in the Dream Club and began her life worse than death.

She thought prison life was the darkest time of her life, but she didn't expect the angry and vicious comments from her parents, who used to hold her in their hearts. The humiliation she received while working at Dream Club made her more exhausted both physically and emotionally...

It was then that she realized that the darkest time of her life had just begun.

Exhaustion, pain, helplessness and despair haunted her every day. The best ending she could think of was death, but she didn't want to get Greyson and Luna involved in her death, so she could only live like a walking dead every day...

Coward, waspish, shameless, murderer... these labels imposed on her by others occasionally stabbed her heart like a knife, but to her, whose life had been at risk for several times, the only thing that mattered was Greyson and Luna. As for other people's words, she had already become numb to them.

"Angela,"

Luna said as she took off her coat and put it on her. Then she said after hesitation,

"No matter how the Harvey Group is, they have to follow the law.

You don't have to stay at the Dream Club and be humiliated for me and Greyson. so how about this... when you get out of the hospital this time, your brother and I will replace a way to send you abroad... just don't come back." Angela lowered her head down and numbly wiped away her tears. Then she said dully,

"I'm fine."

"I'm serious, when you get out of the hospital, go abroad."

Luna sighed lightly and continued. "Greyson and I felt so bad seeing you live like this."

She smiled, "As for James... no matter how angry he is, he can't posiibly get me and your brother killed."

Angela interrupted her and said, "There were times when I wish I could die."

She looked up at the dark sky. There were no light in her eyes, as she was like a doll without a soul.000000000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐