Desperate Lovers
Chapter 153 Money is not an issue

Angela pursed her lips and tried to pull back her leg again, but Auntie Susan was so strong that she could not move at all. Plus, she got glared at by Auntie Susan. She lowered her eyes and licked her dry lips, saying hoarsely,

"I don't want to trouble Mr. James."

"Bullshit!"

Auntie Susan grunted heavily, "It's my intention that Roland treat your leg. What does it have to do with James? How come you're taking his favor?

If you want to thank somebody, thank me!"

Roland's hand switched to another spot and pressed on it, then he laughed lightly.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Auntie Susan slapped him on the head, "Watch her legs properly, concentrate!"

Roland moaned and lamented, "I always thought you loved me the most, but it turned out that you didn't......"

"Aunt Susan."

Angela lifted her eyes and called out to Auntie Susan, tucking her feet in.

"Don't move!"

Auntie Susan slapped her on the leg, "What's wrong?"

Looking down at her legs, Angela laughed to herself,

"It won't help to cure it. He'll break it again."

"When he hit you, are you just standing there to let him do it, huh?

You don't know how to run?"

Auntie Susan said in disbelief, "Since when you just stood still to let people beat you?"

Angela smiled obscurely, clutching the sheets beneath her.

"All right, we'll talk about it later, but if he can cure your leg now, hurry up and do it."

"Look at the bright side. If you healed your leg, he won't necessarily break it again, and even if he will, you will be able to run this time.

But if you don't cure your leg now, you won't be able to heal it later even if you want to."

"You're only twenty now. If your led get cured, you can still dance if you want to, and you might even be able to fulfill your dreams. Don't you think so?" Auntie Susan's voice softened a bit.

Angela's eyes flickered as she looked down at her right leg, feeling a little touched by his last sentence.

"I didn't know that there is a time when my great auntie can be so gentle. Miss Angela, I'm a little jealous of you."

Roland was concerned that Angela would feel awkward, so he joked in a warm tone.

Auntie Susan laughed and started scolding him. While he occasionally replied a couple of sentences, he still focused his gaze on Angela's lap.

"The whole leg has to be checked. Excuse me, Miss Angela."

Roland stood up and said to her. He then squatted down and pulled up her right pant, moving his long and jade-like fingers up her knee up after receiving her consent. While Auntie Susan was looking at this scene at the side, she suddenly popped out a sentence, "Roland, how did you get a checkup so erotic?"

Roland's hand paused and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly as he nearly choked on his own saliva.

Clip-clop.

At this very moment, the door to the ward was pushed open.

Sunlight spilled in through the doorway, casting a long shadow on the floor.

With his case in hands, James' eyes flickered as his gaze stopped at Roland's hand that was touching Angela's thigh.

"Coming in without knocking, Mr. James got a terrible family education!"

Auntie Susan looked at him with a smile, but said those harsh words without any mercy.

"I'm coming to my own place, so it doesn't seem like I need to do that."

The VIP ward was reserved for James's exclusive use. After finishing his sentence lightly, he looked down and asked Roland, "How's her leg?"

Roland organized Angela's pant, stood up and smiled, "Sorry, Mr. James, this is my patient's privacy, so I can't tell you."

"You don't think there's a way for me to know even if you don't tell me?"

James tugged his lips and put the brief case on the table along with the insulated food container he brought.

While Roland was gathering his tools in the medicine box, he looked up at him and said, "Whether Mr. James will know in the end would be Mr. James' business, and it's my business to not tell." "Dr. Roland has a lot of personalities."

James said with a strange tone, then pointed at the food container on the table and said to Angela,

"My mom had me bringing it in."

Roland stroked the creases on his shirt, "I'll take that as a compliment from Mr. James."

"It is up to Dr. Roland to interpret my words."

James served a bowl of chicken soup and brought it to Angela, saying succinctly,

""Help yourself."

Angela just glanced at the chicken soup, then withdrew her gaze and said lightly,

"I'm too sick to eat meat, so thank you, Mr. James, for your kindness, but there's no need for that." ""Help yourself."

James put the bowl on Angela's hand and said it again.

Angela pursed her lips, unwillingly picked up the bowl and started to take small sips of the chicken soup.

Roland packed his things away and put the lid on, "Mr. James seems to like to force people?"

"Has Dr. Roland studied psychology?"

James glanced faintly at Angela's pale but better looking face, and said in a warmer tone.

Roland nodded, "A little, about as much as what a regular person would know, but it's not comparable to a psychiatrist."

"Good."

James hooked his lips, "Or I'm afraid you'd be a quack."

Hearing this, Roland was slightly stunned for a moment before he reacted that he was responding to his earlier comment of "forcing people", then he could not help laughing, "Mr. James's gone in a big circle."

James pulled his lips hopelessly, took over the bowl from Angela's hand and put it on the table, "You don't have to go to work during this period, so just stay at the hospital to treat your leg." Angela frowned and was about to say something, but got cut off by Auntie Susan, "Then I'll thank you for Angela."

"Yes."

James indifferently glanced at Angela's legs and opened his mouth, but did not say anything.

Seeing this, Roland raised his eyebrows slightly and said,

"Mr. James doesn't have to ask other people about Angela's leg. I can tell you in general.

After you broke her leg two years ago, she could have recovered quickly if she had been treated in time."

"But she was sent to prison at that point, and if I'm right, Angela's leg was beaten up a lot more times during that time, and even got frozen for a while."

He turned to look at Angela, "Isn't that right, Miss Angela?"

Hearing this, the James unconsciously rolled his throat, flexed his right fingers and tapped lightly on the side of his leg, and tensed up his jaw and spine. Angela glanced at James's direction with a faint sneer in her voice, "Mr. James should know the answer better than me."

James's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly, a murky uncertainty flashing through the bottom of his eyes, but he did not say anything in the end.

"By the time Angela was released from prison, the bone in the right leg that was broken by Mr. James had grown a bit crooked already.

This time, she was in the rain and got frozen for such a long time in the storm, so Dr. Fanny said that she had partial cell necrosis in her right leg." "To sum up, it's going to be a very difficult to cure Miss Angela's leg."

Roland said.

Angela lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but she could not help grisping the fists hanging on the sides of her body. Very...... difficult?

"Money is not an issue,"

James's breathing got slightly faster than usual, "As long as you can cure her leg, I can meet one request you propose, in addition to financial reward."