Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 180

“What are you doing here, mum?"

James asked after withdrawing his hand as if he didn't understand the deeper meaning in her words.

"I made some soup and wanted to bring it to Angela."

Denise asked the maid to serve the soup, then looked at him and said with a bit of displeasure,

"Why are you in Angela’s ward?

I remember telling you to stay away from Angela these days."

James glanced in Angela’s direction and replied, "The dangerous period has passed."

Angela frowned but didn’t say anything, which was a tacit admission.

Hearing this, Denise didn't overlook James' visit to Angela's ward.

"Miss Chante, this is the soup Madam personally boiled all night. Try it and see how it tastes."

The maid brought a bowl of soup and handed it to Angela with a smile.

Angela hadn't eaten for a long time and was a bit hungry, so she said “thank you” and took a small sip from the bowl.

"Mr. Harvey." The servant served another bowl and brought it to James politely.

James lay on the bed because he couldn't move. "I don't want to drink it at this moment, put it down first."

"Sit up and drink it for your health."

Denise took the bowl and said to him.

James smiled. The burning sensation on his neck had faded, but there was still some pain at his throat. "It smells fishy and disgusting at this moment, so I don’t want to drink it."

He would never refuse like this in the past, so Denise became suspicious.

She gave him a look and suddenly lifted his clothes.

"You can't move with the anesthetic?" she asked, looking at the wound in his abdomen.

Hearing this, Angela slowed down drinking the soup and looked at the mother and the son with her deep eyes.

James said “yes” lightly. "You might as well put my clothes down, since it's a bit cold."

"How did you get hurt?" Denise asked as she looked at the bandages and laid down his clothes.

James didn’t want to explain it. "It's just a small injury, and it will heal after a while. You don't have to worry too much."

Seeing that he was unwilling to say, Denise frowned, but did not force him.

When she got up and was about to put the soup on the table, her eyes suddenly touched the pinch marks on his neck. "What happened to your neck?"

The bowl in Angela's hand shook a little, and the soup inside nearly spilled onto the floor.

"It's OK." James frowned at Angela, and only when he saw that the soup hadn't spilled on her did his tightly knitted brows loosened.

The maid asked as she looked into Angela's pale face.

“Angela, why are you so pale? Is there something wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Denise shifted her attention to Angela's pale face. Then she twisted her head to the pinch marks on her son's neck that was clearly made by a woman's hand. There appeared a flash in her eyes as she pondered.

"It's OK." Angela licked her dry lips.

The maid didn't think too much of it. “Then you should drink some bone broth, as it's very nourishing for your health.”

"Yes, thanks." Angela noticed the glance from Denise, so she was worried and wondered if Denise guessed the truth.

She could pinch James without any concerns, but he was after all the son of Denise, who was so good to her. Naturally, she didn't want Denise to know these things.

"It's fine for you two to have your usual fights, but never do anything to endanger your lives."

Denise looked at James and Angela with an intentional gaze. “We only get one chance to live. If we die, we will disappear forever."