"James, I'm coming..."
Jessica stood in the doorway with a walking stick, her arm was still holding the door open.
Apparently, she was so anxious to prove something that she forgot her manners.
James sobered and frowned, “Why are you coming here?
Aren't you doing rehab today?"
Jessica had obviously seen Angela.
She hesitated, and then looked at James.
Looking at his collar wide open and his bloody lips, even a fool would know what they just did, let alone she was not a fool. Apparantly, she was well-prepared.
She frowned and asked knowingly.
"James, when was she released from prison?
Why are you with her?"
"Well..."
Instead of answering, James lifted his hand to fasten his shirt and asked with his eyes downcast.
"You already know that, don't you?
Cathleen told you, otherwise why would you be here in the middle of the night?"
“I...”
Jessica’s eyes were slightly red and she looked delicate.
"I came here because I knew she was in the Dream Club, but I didn't know you were with her..."
She couldn't say it out directly, biting her cute lips and fretting, "James, she's Angela!
She tried to kill me!
Do you remember?
Hearing this, Angela couldn't help but frowned.
She bowed her head in silence and arranged her clothes, then stood up and headed out step by step.
“Can you get out of the way?"
She stood behind the two persons and asked softly.
Jessica looked up at her, with painful expression on her face.
"Angela, do you hate me so much?
Didn't you hurt me enough two years ago?
Why did you show up in front of us when you left the prison?
What exactly do you want to do......"
Seeing Angela's face changed slightly, James raised an eyebrow and interrupted Jessica,
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