James looked up at Gabriela and smirked, "When did our manager, Mrs. Gabriela, become kind-hearted and even speak up for someone else?"
With her charming brows raised. she was about to speak but heard a knock on the door. Slightly distracted, she put the pot down, saying, "I don't have a big heart as you think. But that girl works really hard. It would be a pity if she died in front of our club."
Then she stood up and waddled towards the door.
James squinted at her back. The only thing he thought now was Angela's words back then. She really changed.
He lifted the cup and sipped. The tea was slightly bitter.
Gabriela talked for a while at the door and turned back.
James was genteelly enjoying his tea, as a born aristocrat.
Gabriela stunned before whispering to him, "Angela passed out."
James's hand quivered, "Where's Danis?"
"He was frightened, and took her to the hospital."
James pursed his lips, with an inscrutable look, and then said, "Arrange someone to follow them."
Angela seemed to have a dream: she got back to the prison. The fat female bully hit her, she couldn't take it anymore and then set a fire.
In her dream, the bullies were all trapped in fire, including herself.
But when she felt relieved and opened her eyes, she got hit by the reality again.
Angela looked at the medicine bottle overhead, and frowned with disappointment. By seeing the look of her face, the nurse teased, "Are you upset for still being alive?"
Angela looked out the rustling trees. She didn't respond. The nurse shook her head and walked out with the empty bottle.
Angela was alone in the ward. She seemed really exhausted and fell asleep again after a while.
It was dark outside when she woke up.
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