Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 147

Elva looked at the door with teary eyes. Then she lifted her leg to chase after her, only to be stopped by Greyson with a grim face, "Just stay in the ward! You’re killing your daughter!"

"Greyson, do you think it's all my...fault too?"

Elva sobbed sorrowfully as she wiped her tears with her handkerchief.

Greyson looked away from her. His uninjured hand tapped on the hospital bed. His frowned eyebrows showed that he was shaded and annoyed at the moment.

Elva didn't ask any more questions. She stumbled and sat on Angela's hospital bed, and then she wailed aloud.

As soon as Angela went out, she saw James and Lorenzo standing not far from the doorway. She skimmed the two coldly, and immediately withdrew her gaze and headed towards the stairwell on the east side of the corridor.

"Why did you come out without your shoes on?"

James walked up to her and tugged on her arm. He looked so confused when he saw her bare feet.

Angela turned over and gave him a grim look. Then she shook off his hand.

"Mr. Harvey's talking to you, why are you not answering him?

Are you deaf?"

Lorenzo yelled as soon as he saw Angela, his anger came back up again.

Angela sneered and snorted,

"It’s none of your business whether I answer him or not!

Who do you think you are to lecture me?"

"You-you ungrateful brat!"

Lorenzo gasped, and covereed his chest with his hand. His face blushed because of hasty breath.

“Well.”

Angela sneered, ''I don't have a hypocrite father like you! I’m not your daughter!

You should keep your emotoin under control at the moment, we don’t have medicine for heart attack!"

She said without even looking at James, as if she hadn’t seen him.

"You…"

Lorenzo stared grimly at Angela, as if he was going to lose his breath in the next second.

Angela snorted at him and turned around.

"Go back and put your shoes on before you go out."

James commanded as he frowned faintly. Then he surpassed her within a few steps and blocked her way.

Lorenzo covered his chest, and his voice became much softer and his eyes wandered between James and Angela. Obviously, he was pondering.

Angela tilted her head and looked at James. She clenched her fist and her gaze was as sharp as a knife. Then she asked, "What? Why does Mr. Harvey even care whether I wear shoes or not now?"

Two years’ accommodated resentment and anger surged wildly through her body. Her rational senses had been snuffed.

Her pitch rose and even seemed a little shrill as she yelled, "You just want to see me wretched, miserable and suffer. That’s how I am now! Aren’t you happy now?"

"Angela." James’ pupils reflected her twisted face, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling right now. He wasn’t sure if it was pain, annoyance, or a mixture of some other emotions.

Angela snorted loudly, "These extra concerns of yours should be given to the woman you love. I don't need them and I don’t deserve them!"

"Don’t try to warn me or threaten me, I'm a selfish and ruthless person. If you push me too hard, I’ll just die. I don’t care how other people will do!"

She covered her mouth and coughed and left without looking at him again.

James looked at her thin figure. He lifted his right foot, but before he stepped on the ground, he restrained himself and put it back. His eyes grew darker and darker.

"I'll bring the shoes to Angela later, thanks for your concern, Mr. Harvey."

Luna caught up with him and said nervously.

"Angela just argued with my mother. She must be very angry now. I hope Mr. Harvey could forgive me if she was disrespectful just now."