He opened the drawer, took out a few shopping bags, and handed them to Angela after he pricked the needle into her leg.
"What are these?" Angela asked.
Roland gestured to let her open them.
Angela unpacked the bags and saw a few baby clothes along with some toys for children.
"My aunt and my mom prepared these. They urged me again and again to hand these to you." Roland put his hands into the pockets of his white gown, looking at her with a smile.
Angela became more complex in her mind. Auntie Susan and Eleanor indeed cared about her, but how to bring the matter up later? She's not sure whether they would blame this on her for it.
While she was contemplating this irrelevant mess, James grabbed the gifts from her hands. "Thank you, doctor, but I have already prepared all these."
"It doesn't matter if several more are added," Roland replied without turning to him. "If Miss Chante insists on turning it down you can return these to my aunt and my mom by yourself, or I will drown in their nagging."
Angela chuckled and said, "These clothes look pretty. Please tell Auntie Susan and Eleanor that I love their gifts."
"You are welcome. If you truly want to thank them, come to our home when you are free, as my aunt mentioned you often." Roland said.
During the talk, Angela longed to bring up the matter about Eleanor several times, but she faltered irresolutely as she didn't know how to start it.
From the moment she decided to go to work, she anticipated her fake pregnancy would be seen through by Jessica. She had a counterplan for herself, but not one for Eleanor.
James stood aside, watching the two chatting lively, feeling himself an outsider. He put the shopping bags on the bed and said out of blue, "Oh, I come up with something suddenly, concerning Roland."
"Concerning me?" Roland asked.
James raised his eyebrow slightly and continued, "Exactly, it's not concerning you. What I want to say is that my grandpa knew Eleanor had cheated in the pregnancy test."
"!" Roland's smile dispersed. "I have something to do, so excuse me. I will ask someone else to pull out the needle later."
Angela was about to say something when Roland walked out.
"Guilty?" James looked down to her.
Having been seen through by him too many times, Angela nodded after a trace of surprise: "I got Eleanor into trouble."
"Why do you think she lent a hand to you?" James noticed a strand of hair had fallen over her forehead, and he tucked the lock behind her ear naturally.
Angela looked up to him.
"Eleanor would never take the huge risks to help you only for Auntie Susan's fondness for you." James continued after a pause, "I promised something to her."
With that, Angela looked down with her fists clenching shortly. "Oh."
That would be fine. She needn't feel owing someone a favor in that case.
But she still felt uncomfortable somehow. Maybe it's the reason why people were not willing to grow up: everything became businesslike to a horrible extent.
There's nothing right or wrong, but only people's respective considerations.
Lawson had seldom acted at will since his forties. He always thought it through and weighed up all the pros and cons before he decided to do it or not.
But having been fooled by several youngsters this time, Lawson couldn't just swallow it. Soon after James left along with Angela, he, followed by a few assistants, set off to the Smith Group.
"Mr. Harvey?" The receptionist conveyed both excitement and fear upon her first sight of the illustrious tycoon.
Lawson ignored her and turned to Nathen, "Where's Jessica?"
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