Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Don't Ever Try to Commit Suicide, Okay?

"You survived two years in prison?

Just hold on for a little longer, okay?"

Angela licked her dry lips and didn't make a sound.

"You do not trust me, do you?"

Greyson raised one hand up, "I swear, if I can't manege to do what I promised, let me get hit by a car when going out, struck by lightning when it rains, and die in misery!"

Angela grabbed his hand, "Brother, don't do this to me..."

"Then promise me you'll never commit suicide again, Okay?"

Greyson said eagerly.

"You've survived the prison, and life now is better than that, right?

"You just... again."

"No, not better, not at all."

Angela interrupted him with a hoarse voice, "Brother, do you know what it's like to be called a murderer wherever I go?"

She took a deep breath and said in tremble.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is to get down on your knees and ask for an apology?

Do you know how hurt I am when... Dad ran away after he saw me?"

In prison, she constantly lied to herself, telling herself she'd be fine when she got out.

But when she really got out, she realized that reality can be so cruel.

"Brother, just pretend you never had me as your sister and let me go quietly, okay?"

Angela tried to tug on her lips, "I'll try to make it look like a car accident and will not let James take it as an excuse to fight against the Chante Family ..."

"You've got a good plan."

At that moment, the ward door popped open and James walked in with a fake smile.

His usually meticulous suit was a bit disheveled, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. It was unknown whether it was due to the high temperture in door or something else.

Angela's face went abruptly pale with fear, and she started to panic.

Why was he here?

"Fake a car accident to fool me?"

James walked to the bedside step by step, his dark eyes staring at her, "Do you think you're smart?

Or do you think I look like an idiot?"

Greyson stood up with a tense spine right in front of Angela, "James, don't go damn too far!"

"Jessica's legs are legs, but what about Angela's?"

"You broke her leg and put her in prison, what else do you want?"

"Mr. Chante do have a bad temper!"

James looked at him, with his head leaning towards him and said quietly.

Greyson was angry and wanted to say more, but Angela tugged on his sleeve, shaking her head at him.

He frowned and moved aside irritably.

"Mr. Harvey,"

Angela sat up and looked at James, "Since you and Miss Jessica hate me so much, I'll sacrifice my worthless life to make up for the mistake I made two years ago, is that Okay for you?"

Her was very pale, her uniform was loosely hanging on her, and she looked unusually thin and frail.

James looked down at her. The dead calmness in her eyes was completely different from the untamed arrogance and affection two years ago.

His thin lips were tightly set into a line, somehow irritated, "Death is too easy."

"It turns out that my life is not as valueable as Miss Jessica's one leg..."

Angela tugged at her lip, trying to laugh, but she just could not force it. She felt sympathetic for herself, "I know."

"James, don't go too far!"

Greyson clenched his fists, blood creeping up into his eyes little by little.