Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 92

Angela hunkered her leg down into her skirt, covering her right leg completely with her gown, and gave a soft muffled “yes”.

“So what did the doctor say?” Auntie Susan moved closer to her, her eyes filled with excitement, “Is it still curable?

My own nephew is an expert in this field and is now studying in America. I’ll have him come back and examine for you!”

Remembering James’s warning, Angela pursed her lips and didn’t make a sound.

“I get angry when you say that!”

Greyson violently pestled his broom on the ground, the noodles splattered on his suit pants and he didn’t bother, “James is a fucking psycho, pervert, bastard, son of a bitch. He broke my sister’s leg and he won’t let my sister cure it!”

He spat on the ground, his handsome face red with anger, “Fuck, I wish him to get hit by a car when he goes out. It’s better for him to become a injured cripple. Break a leg and die without descendants...”

“Hey, excuse me for interrupting.” Auntie Susan made a gesture of pause and said seriously,

“Actually, I think it’s good that Mr. James broke Angela’s leg instead.”

As soon as the words were heard, Greyson had already raised the dirty broom in his hand. Luna stopped him with an ugly face, “You...... It’s not too late for you to hear Auntie Susan finish her words first.”

Angela didn’t make a sound or do anything, but her face was bloodless and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

BANG!

The broom was tossed onto the table.

Greyson pulled over a chair and sat on it, and said to Auntie Susan with an angry look,

“Watch your mouth. If my parents hurt her, I will scold them, not to mention you!”

“How did you talk to your elders?!” Auntie Susan stood up and slapped Greyson on the head, “Did you still want to hit me?”

Greyson covered his head with hands. His handsome face turned red and didn’t explain why it was so for half a day.

“Can’t you hear me out?” Auntie Susan glared at Greyson before sitting down in exasperation. Then she looked at Angela and said slowly,

“Miss Jessica said she wouldn’t sue you, but the rest of the Smith family wanted to torture you!”

Greyson growled angrily, “What does this have to do with that bastard James breaking my sister’s leg?He...”

“Could you let Auntie Susan finish what she has to say in peace?!”

Luna put her hand on the inside of his arm and pinched him hard.

Greyson grimaced in pain and muttered a few small words.

“If your leg hadn’t been broken by Mr. James, how could the Smith family have agreed to only let you serve two years in jail? They will make you spend the rest of your life in jail for sure!”

When Auntie Susan said the last sentence, she raised her voice.

Angela clenched her fists so hard that they turned white, “So...”

She paused for a moment and squeezed the words out of her throat with difficulty, “So you think I have to thank him for that?”

A man broke her leg with a golf club, threw her in jail without allowing her to be treated, and she had to thank him?

“That’s not what I meant. Don’t get mad at me.”

Auntie Susan pacified her, “I just want to say that whatever perverted thoughts Mr. James had in mind, you are kind of blessed by the disaster.”

Angela hung her head low and the scar at the end of her brow was flushed with bitterness, “In your opinion, isn’t it a good deal to trade a leg for the rest of your life to be free?”

But it wasn’t a cost-effective thing for her, and she’d rather end up alone in prison than be brought to the Dream Club to be humiliated by James. She was even unable to die if she wanted to.