Desperate Lovers
Chapter 230 It's My faults.

"Why don't you help him since you know he is inconsiderate? You are his brother. If he meets any problems in the company, you should spare more efforts to help him so that he wouldn't make those stupid mistakes!" Lawson reprimanded Ralphie.

Ralphie could only nod his head, "It's my faults, and I will do that in the future."

Angela's grandparents were from the countryside and only met her once a year during the New Year holiday. They only had one child, Angela's father. As for her mother's parents, they passed away long ago. They also only had one child, which was her mother. She had heard from others that the elders would show favor to certain child, but she had never imagined it. Today, she heard with her own ears.

When Angela thought of this, she pulled her lips with self-deprecation in her eyes. She couldn't protect herself now. Why should she mind the family affairs of others?

Lawson ignored his two sons, pushed open the door, and walked in. As he did this, he said unpleasantly, "You come in."

"Okay." Angela answered.

She went in uneasily and cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

When she heard about Lawson in the past, she was not that afraid of him. Otherwise, she wouldn't dare to put up those two conditions to Lawson.

But today, after knowing that Lawson intended to send her to the prison, she was overwhelmed with fear unconsciously.

She didn't even know how she had offended him so that he wanted to ruin her with the excuse of helping her leave.

Lawson went in and sat down on the bed, then looked up at her and said, "So much sweat on your forehead. Are you scared?"

Angela wanted to say something but she couldn't.

"Did you lie to me or did you do something bad to my family?" Lawson asked in a stern voice as he slapped violently on the hospital bed.

With that slap, Angela's heart jumped violently.

She wiped the sweat from her head and said in a weak tone, "Everybody is afraid of you, right?"

Lawson's eyes darkened. Finally, he snorted, but didn't refute Angela.

Angela was slightly relieved. She felt that her back was covered with sweat.

"If it weren't for the terminal lung cancer, I won't let you give birth to this child!" Lawson's expressions changed several times and finally rested his gaze on her belly.

Angela pursed her lips, sweat flowing down her jaw. The sweat drops were shining under the sunshine.

Lawson seemed to look forward to the child in her belly, but... where could she get a child?

"Why do you want to leave with the child?" Lawson said with gloomy eyes.

"You want to leave so that you can blackmail James with the child?"

Angela firmly grasped her clothes and tried to remain calm, but her voice still trembled a little.

"To tell you the truth, I can't forgive James for what he did to me, so I don't want to bring it to the world."

"The child is the offspring of my family. How dare you decide his fate?" Lawson stood up and shouted.

Angela lowered her head and didn't say anything. If she said something more, she might offend Lawson instantly.

"You should be glad that you are pregnant with the child, otherwise you may not be able to stand here! You will only end up in prison miserably for the rest of your life and nobody will care about you." Lawson said. Angela widened her eyes and clenched her fists. She tried to hold back, but said finally, "May I ask why you still can't forgive me, even though I had promised to leave James?"

"Do you see the bandage on my neck?" Lawson pointed at the bandage with an angry face. Angela didn't know why, so she only answered yes.

"James threatened me with a knife because of you, do you know?" Lawson's face turned red. He seemed to be angry and helpless, "Do you think I will allow you to be together just because he pays so much attention to you?" Angela's pupils shrank and her whole body froze.

Lawson had terminal lung cancer, so there was not much time left for him.

Members of the Harvey family lived in the hospital to please Lawson in the hope of getting more inheritance once he died.

But James threatened his grandpa with a knife at this time? Wasn't he afraid that he would get nothing after his grandfather died?

"I don't know why James loves you!" Lawson sized her up and down, "He must be blind!"

Angela lowered her head and stood still to let Lawson look at her. It was hard to describe how she felt in her heart.

At that moment, the door of the ward was opened with force.

James ran in, panting. On his handsome pale face, sweat poured down like rain.

The buttons on his suit jacket were missing, so it was slightly off. The white shirt inside was soaked through and clung to his body, and his abdominal muscle could be seen vaguely.

When he came in, his attention was focused on Angela, and he even didn't look at his grandpa.

He took a few steps and put his hands on her shoulders to check on her. When he found that there were only two traces of slapping on her face, he was slightly relieved, but his expression was still gloomy.

"Does it still hurt?" James paused for a while and raised his trembling hands to touch her face.

Angela tilted her head to avoid his touch and frowned.

With her dodge, James's eyes dimmed and then moved to her front to protect her.

He looked at Lawson expressionlessly and said, "I'll take the consequences for what I have done, don't get anyone else involved."

Lawson snorted and said impatiently, "She's carrying your child, and I won't do anything to her until she gives birth to it."

James frowned slightly but said nothing. He just took Angela's hand and walked out.

"I have found a new president. From tomorrow on, you hand over all the work at hand to the new president. In addition, the three percent shares of the Harvey Group under your name will be transferred tomorrow. The lawyer will get to you tomorrow, be cooperative. Any comment?" Lawson said in a cold voice. Angela frowned and stopped her steps.

But James didn't stop at all. He dragged her out, and only said as he walked, "Okay."

Watching him leave the ward without hesitation, a storm appeared on Lawson's face. Then he picked up a glass from the table and slammed it against the door with a BANG.

The glass hit the door with a loud muffled sound, then fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

Angela turned around to look at the half-open door and stopped James from walking without much emotion.

James stopped to look down at her. Then he frowned at the obvious slapping traces on her face.

"If you go in now and explain to your grandfather, you still have a chance." Angela said.