Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 187

"Angela's treatment will rely on you during this time." James glanced at the direction Angela was leaving, then turned to Roland and said.

The corners of Roland's mouth are slightly curved, "I was entrusted by my aunt to treat Miss Angela, so you don't have to thank me."

Looking at Roland, James said goodbye politely, and then left Roland’s house.

Angela, with her head down and her expression unclear, was waiting for the elevator in the corridor, but she was surrounded by a lonely atmosphere. James' eyes darkened, and he walked to her side.

The elevator car arrived, and they entered the elevator. No one spoke until they got off the elevator car.

They were lovers in name, but in fact they were worse than strangers.

Angela raised her head and asked blankly when she got out of the elevator.

"Why are you coming here for me? Are you worried that I have an affair with Dr. Roland? "

“No.”

He just didn't like seeing her get too close to another man, even knowing that there was nothing between them.

Angela looked straight at him, and after a long time, she sneered.

Seeing the two coming over, the driver had already opened the back door and stood next to the Bentley, "Mr James, Miss Angela."

The driver had a packet of napkin in his hand and was hesitating whether giving it to Angela.

"Give it to me." Angela took the napkin and pulled out a few to lay on the seat, and a few more to lay under the seat.

James's eyes were obscure as he pulled Angela to stand up straight, grabbed those napkins she had laid out, tossed them into a ball, and handed it to the driver on the side, “Throw them away."

“OK.”

Seeing his unpleasant expression, the driver took the napkin ball with trembling hands, and walked to the trash can not far away.

Surrounded by James's aura, Angela frowned and pushed him away with force, standing aside and sneering,

"Don't you think I am dirty?"

Regardless of whether it was intentional or not, she just pushed on James' injured lower abdomen.

Large drops of sweat flowed down his forehead. His handsome face was as pale as white paper, "It was my fault."

Angela glanced at him with a sullen face, and got into the car with her lips tight.

As soon as the driver returned, he saw James clutching his abdomen. He immediately held James and asked anxiously,

"Mr James, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, let's go."

James responded indifferently, pushed the driver away, got into the car and sat beside Angela.

They remained silent all the way.

When they arrived at the hospital, James's attending doctor was looking for someone in a hurry with a few nurses.

"Mr James, your wound is very deep, so it's better for you to stay in the ward and take a rest! If you walk around at will, it will be difficult for your wound to heal. It doesn’t matter if you recover slowly, but it’s not good if the wound is infected! "

The doctor walked over to James and spoke bitterly.

Angela didn't even stay, but simply ignored James and followed the doctor back to her ward. Then she closed the door and locked it.

Watching her disappear from his sight, James' eyes darkened a bit, and then he hummed at the doctor and walked towards Angela's ward.

He stood in the ward for a moment, raising his hand, but releasing it before it knocked on the door, and then he went back to the ward next to her.

The doctor watched him leave and sighed heavily, lamenting,

“The rich people I have treated are extremely afraid of death, but why don't you take your life seriously?"

"Ahem."

A nurse took a few glances in the direction of Angela and James, said with a low voice,