My dear lawyer novel Chapter 164

"Vivian, every time I hear my name coming out of your mouth, I have an impulse to vomit, do you understand?"

Taking advantage of her lack of preparation, Angie grabbed Vivian's injured hand and pinched it hard with her fingertips. In a few seconds, Vivian's bandage was dyed red again.

The blood dropped down directly along the bandage, as if the plum blossom bloomed in the bed, looking startling.

Vivian was hurt badly, "Oh…"

The pain came out of the wound, like the boundless tide about to swallow her up.

She tried to pull her hand out of Angie's hand. The injured position hurt her and she couldn't make any effort. Just for a moment, a layer of sweat was coming out of her forehead.

"Let go of me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." Angie seemed to have just noticed that the position she was holding was Vivian's wound. She apologized, but she did not release her hand.

But she pinched more forcefully, the bandage on Vivian's hand was soaked in blood.

Angie showed an innocent smile on her delicate face, and her voice was even gentler, "Vivian, you won't blame me for being so careless, will you?"

Vivian looked at her face with her clear eyes. Her lips were bloodless. She said a word, "Yes."

She wouldn't blame her, as long as she could forgive her.

"Vivi, you are a good girl." Angie was happy like a child, and didn't seem to mind that her hands were covered with the blood of Vivian.

"Can you release my hand?" She tried to keep her eyes clear because she lost too much blood.

The injury on the back of the hand was numb and painful. In fact, it was no longer painful. She could only feel the blood in the body was constantly dropping out.

Angie appreciated the painful expression on Vivian's face. She really couldn't understand why there were such stupid people in the world who were bullied like this and didn't say anything. But the more so, the angrier she was, the more she wanted to abuse her.

People like Vivian should not exist in this society. They were not as good as ants living at the bottom. She hated people who pretended to be different from everyone else.

Finally, Angie still let go of her hand. If Vivian passed out like this, how can she play the game later?

She stretched out her hand and took out a gold stamping invitation card from her bag and put it in front of Vivian. She said with a smile, "Vivi, remember to come to my birthday party."

Vivian glanced at the address above, and nodded her head, "Ok."

Angie acted like they were still good friends, "Have a good rest. You must arrive on time, or I will be angry."

Vivian thought in a trance that Angie really wanted to forgive her, "Well, I won't be late."

Angie waved away with a smile and left the ward. Her face immediately changed. On that day, she must let Vivian understand the difference of their statuses.

In the ward, Vivian looked at her wound with a bitter smile. The wound had been cracked three times. She was almost embarrassed to call the doctor.

But she couldn't let go of the injuries on her hands.

Hesitating for a while, Vivian slowly moved to the bedside and rang the call bell.