Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 231

However, James didn’t cast another glance at the ward, pulled her straight to the doctor and asked the doctor to treat the wound on her face.

When it was done, James grabbed her hand silently and walked out.

Angela frowned and shook his hand off. "Are you sure you won’t regret doing this?"

"Why should I?" James looked down at the swollen palm print on her cheek and asked, "Who did that, grandpa or Felix’s men?"

Angela’s brows puckered in a frown and she said in a serious tone, "You don’t have to do this."

After a pause, she added, "I can’t forgive you."

"You must be tired after a long and busy day, right?" Dejection flashed across James’s eyes, but he recovered his usual composure soon. "Let’s go."

He stretched out his hand to grab her.

Angela jerked back to avoid his touch. "I have to see the doctor for my leg. You can go back now."

After that, she walked to the other end of the corridor.

James pinched his lips, brushed his messy hair from running with his hand and followed behind her step by step.

It was just an excuse. Angela went to see the doctor about her leg, because she just didn’t want to be with James.

Now he was following closely behind her. Finally, Angela frowned and couldn’t resist asking, "Why are you following me around?"

"To be with you." Angela’s figure was reflected in James’ pupils. His dark eyes were like a bottomless abyss, drawing her in.

Angela was not used to being watched by him like this. She dropped her eyes to avoid his gaze, and said in a gentle tone, but she still didn’t sound very friendly, "No, thanks. Just go back. I’ll go back after Dr. Roland examines my leg."

James didn’t move, his eyes fixing on her.

Seeing that, Angela frowned.

"You would rather work with grandpa than stay with me, and how can I believe you won’t go back later?" James said in a slightly hoarse voice with bloodshot eyes.

Angela puckered her lips with a gloomy face and said nothing. Then she turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Following behind her, James took off his suit and draped it over her shoulders. However, the white shirt inside was almost soaked, sticking to his body.

Seeing that Angela was about to shrug the suit off, James added, "Catching cold may cause a relapse of pulmonary edema. I know you don’t like me, but you don’t have to make yourself suffer."

Angela glanced at the suit draping over her body, then at the two distinct red dots on his chest. She frowned, but said nothing more.

The two of them went into Roland’s office.

Besides Roland, there was a beautiful lady in patient uniform in the office. Angela remembered she had seen this beautiful woman before. Roland had called her Miss Milana at that time, and she was a dancer.

Seeing that Angela had come, Roland nodded to greet her, pointed at the chairs aside, and signaled her and James to wait for a while.

Since Angela had been busy most of the day with her nerves on edge, she was exhausted now, both physically and emotionally, so she walked straight to the chair and sat down.

James didn’t seem to be in a good mental state either, but he didn’t sit down. Instead, he stood next to her, his eyes fixing on her.

When James had arrived at the scene of the accident, Angela was nowhere to be seen, while the man on the passenger seat had died of excessive blood loss before the ambulance arrived.