Angela pursed her lips and tried to pull back her leg again, but Auntie Susan was so strong that she could not move at all. Plus, she got glared at by Auntie Susan.
She lowered her eyes and licked her dry lips, saying hoarsely,
"I don't want to trouble Mr. James."
"Bullshit!"
Auntie Susan grunted heavily, ''It’s my intention that Roland treat your leg. What does it have to do with James? How come you're taking his favor?
If you want to thank somebody, thank me!"
Roland's hand switched to another spot and pressed on it, then he laughed lightly.
"What are you laughing at?!"
Auntie Susan slapped him on the head, "Watch her legs properly, concentrate!"
Roland moaned and lamented, "I always thought you loved me the most, but it turned out that you didn’t......"
"Aunt Susan."
Angela lifted her eyes and called out to Auntie Susan, tucking her feet in.
"Don't move!"
Auntie Susan slapped her on the leg, "What's wrong?"
Looking down at her legs, Angela laughed to herself,
"It won't help to cure it. He'll break it again."
"When he hit you, are you just standing there to let him do it, huh?
You don’t know how to run?"
Auntie Susan said in disbelief, "Since when you just stood still to let people beat you?"
Angela smiled obscurely, clutching the sheets beneath her.
"All right, we'll talk about it later, but if he can cure your leg now, hurry up and do it."
"Look at the bright side. If you healed your leg, he won't necessarily break it again, and even if he will, you will be able to run this time.
But if you don't cure your leg now, you won't be able to heal it later even if you want to."
"You're only twenty now. If your led get cured, you can still dance if you want to, and you might even be able to fulfill your dreams. Don't you think so?"
Auntie Susan's voice softened a bit.
Angela's eyes flickered as she looked down at her right leg, feeling a little touched by his last sentence.
"I didn’t know that there is a time when my great auntie can be so gentle. Miss Angela, I'm a little jealous of you."
Roland was concerned that Angela would feel awkward, so he joked in a warm tone.
Auntie Susan laughed and started scolding him. While he occasionally replied a couple of sentences, he still focused his gaze on Angela's lap.
"The whole leg has to be checked. Excuse me, Miss Angela."
Roland stood up and said to her. He then squatted down and pulled up her right pant, moving his long and jade-like fingers up her knee up after receiving her consent.
While Auntie Susan was looking at this scene at the side, she suddenly popped out a sentence, "Roland, how did you get a checkup so erotic?"
Roland's hand paused and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly as he nearly choked on his own saliva.
Clip-clop.
At this very moment, the door to the ward was pushed open.
Sunlight spilled in through the doorway, casting a long shadow on the floor.
With his case in hands, James’ eyes flickered as his gaze stopped at Roland's hand that was touching Angela's thigh.
"Coming in without knocking, Mr. James got a terrible family education!"
Auntie Susan looked at him with a smile, but said those harsh words without any mercy.
"I’m coming to my own place, so it doesn't seem like I need to do that."
The VIP ward was reserved for James's exclusive use. After finishing his sentence lightly, he looked down and asked Roland, "How's her leg?"
Roland organized Angela’s pant, stood up and smiled, “Sorry, Mr. James, this is my patient’s privacy, so I can't tell you."
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