"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?"
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