Angela’s face suddenly turned pale, “I dare not."
She hurriedly stood up by propping up her hands on the ground, her legs numb from kneeling for so long that she stumbled a bit, but she was caught by James and so she quickly stood still.
The faint scent of men's perfume was all over her entire body, and Angela hurriedly took a few steps forward, out of that wide embrace.
"Thank you, Mr. James."
"Hm"
James cast his eyes down and withdrew his hand. He rubbed the thumb and middle fingers that had hugged her and then dangled the hand over his side.
And at that moment, Greyson was still kneeling on the ground.
Angela worried about his health, but she hesitated, and finally walked over to help him up, "Get up...brother."
"If James doesn't promise to let you go, I'll stay here on my knees and never get up!"
Greyson threw off her hand and stubbornly knelt on the ground.
Angela struggled to crouch down and whispered.
"He doesn't care if you live or die at all. Even if you kneel here for the rest of your life, he's not going to let go of me.
Instead, you've upset him in this way, and it may intensify his revenge against me."
Hearing this, Greyson's eyes were wide open suddenly, his blood-stained face looked extra funny. And then he grabbed her hand and stood up.
Angela moved her lips at him, smiling bitterly.
She wasn't even afraid of death right now, but she was afraid that James would use her brother to coerce her.
Her brother was fearless, but he was afraid that James would torture her. She and her brother, after all, have become bound to each other.
None of them said another word, and the atmosphere in the ward was odd and depressing.
After a long time, Denise kneaded the part between her eyes, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were also more obvious than usual, "Get a doctor to treat Greyson's wound on his head, Angela. Have a good rest, James and I will go back."
Angela sent the two of them to the elevator, her head down, and only the moment the door of the elevator closed did her tense body relax to let her guard down, her limbs were already sore and weak.
"Your legs hurt, don’t they?"
Seeing this, Greysonu worriedly rushed over to help her.
Angela threw off his hands and walked impassively towards the ward.
Greyson wiped the blood from his head with his hand and casually rubbed the blood-stained hand on his shirt, and followed her sadly.
"What are you doing?!"
Just as Greyson was about to enter the ward, the door was closed from inside by Angela, and he hurriedly pushed open the door hard in case she locked it.
Angela stood in the doorway, licked her dry lips and said,
"Go back and don't come back again."
“Go back?
Back to where?"
With his head still bleeding, Greyson wiped it, "Dad kicked me out of the Chante family, too, so I'll follow you from now on."
Angela looked at the wound on his forehead and frowned, "You can't do anything, and the little money I earn is not enough to feed you. Go get your wound handled and then go home."
"I don’t need you to feed me. I took my wallet with me when I left. There are tens of millions of dolloars in the bank card, which is totally enough for us to live for a while. Mom and Dad certainly can't bear to cancel my card."
Greyson was about to go inside as he spoke.
But Angela was still standing in the doorway, didn’t move, "Brother-"
“Do you get mad because I said that I would pretend I don't have the sister of you!?"
Greyson smirked and rubbed her head, the bottom of his eyes were full of dotings, and with a few pleading, "I apologize to you. It was just something I said in the heat of the moment, let’s just forget it."
His care made Angela muffled, she felt she was like a fish in a dry pool, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
She avoided his pleading gaze and said harshly.
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