“Joke?”
James laughed lightly, his fingertips tapping on the tissue paper a few times, “It does seem quite wasteful to lay down tissues every time. Prepare your own cushion next time you come over.”
Jessica froze for a moment, then arched her eyes, “It’s cold and it’s warmer to lay a cushion. James, thank you for your concern.”
James gave a meaningful laugh. Coincidentally, at this time, the phone vibrated and he picked up the phone and did not say anything more about the cushion.
The car came to a stop in front of the hospital.
Angela got out of the car first, putting away those tissues into her pockets, then slightly strained to move the wheelchair down.
“I said I’d buy you two dresses, but I’m sorry I ended up making you do this.”
Jessica sat on the wheelchair, tilting her head and smiling at Angela, “How about this? The aunt my family hired is about twenty thousand a month, almost seven hundred a day.
You count one day today, and I’ll give you seven hundred later.”
“It just so happens that I’m short of money, so thank you, Miss Jessica.”
Angela forced herself to said. Jessica really had a million ways to disgust her.
She pushed the wheelchair towards the hospital. Jessica and James joked and laughed along the way, while she stood behind the two, just like Jessica had insinuated her, like a servant.
The hospital was crowded and the three waited for the elevator at the back of the crowd.
A few young schoolgirls cast glances back at the trio from time to time, chattering and muttering-
“Wow, this guy is really handsome. Oh, look at his face, his body, and his temperament. He is basically the hero in the idol drama!”
“His girlfriend is pretty too. She’s a good match for him but it’s just a shame that she’s disabled.”
“He is handsome and she is beautiful, but why is this wheelchair pusher in the back so pretty too? She seemed to be a housemaid hired by them.
It’s just that her clothes are too old-fashioned.”
When Jessica heard the word “disabled”, the smile on her face nearly couldn’t be maintained. When she looked at her right leg that could barely move, a fierce intent flashed under her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.
James swept his eyes over the students who were chattering and frowned invisibly.
DING!
The elevator arrived.
Angela’s pupils crinkled as she looked at the people walking out of the elevator.
“Why do my brother and sister-in-law come to the hospital?
Are they sick?
Or does my brother’s wound from the car accident getting worsened?”
Greyson, his head still bandaged, was looking down and saying something to the airy woman beside him.
The woman listened carelessly. When she inadvertently saw Angela, her gentle water-like eyes brightened a little, tugged his clothes, and excitedly said something.
“Angela...”
Greyson looked up, and a touch of joy appeared between his handsome but somewhat riffraff eyebrows.
Angela shook her head at them, her gaze indicating the location of James and Jessica.
Seeing this, Greyson made a reluctant gesture of shutting up and stiffly dragged the excited woman trying to greet Angela away.
James took in the trio’s interaction and snorted cold. Did they think he was blind?
Angela didn’t notice his scowl, her eyes following her brother and sister-in-law.
At that moment, the wheelchair suddenly slid forward a bit, and at the same time, a woman’s cry of pain sounded close at hand
“Hiss!
It hurts ...... it hurts me!”
Angela suddenly had some bad premonition in her heart, and she looked at the place where the sound came from, just in time to see the wheel of the wheelchair pressed against the foot of the girl who had just said that Jessica was disabled.
She had known Jessica for so many years, and just by thinking about it, she had pretty much guessed the whole incident.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!”
Jessica apologized in a panic with a worried face, “How are you?”
“Beauty, can you ...... move the wheelchair first ...... first, it hurts ...... it hurts me to death!”
The girl’s eyes were red with pain and she kept gasping.
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