When the bleeding stopped, Richard loosened his grip and looked up at her, then said slowly, “You have to stay here.”
She pulled away from him as pain flashed across her features. There was a chill in her voice as she asked defiantly, “And what if I say no?”
“Angela…” He was trying to coax her now, but there was a hint of resignation in his eyes. He knew that he could not stop her if she insisted on leaving.
Right now, the only thing she cared about was going home to see her mother for the last time. She had to go back even if she couldn’t make it in time, otherwise, the guilt and regret that followed would haunt her for the rest of her life..
Richard ended up following her out of the infirmary and into her bedroom. She picked up her bag once more, and she turned to say to him, “Car keys.”
At once, Richard was plunged into a dilemma. If he were to hand her the car keys, he would be watching her walk right into the trap set up by those evil men, which was the same as delivering her to death’s doorstep. On the other hand, if he refused to give her the keys and she missed seeing her mother for the last time, she would hate him forever.
He could cope with that, but he really didn’t want her to hate him forever. Angela reached out her hand and stared at him with wide eyes, her silent demand evident in her tears.
She was so delicate, but for some reason, she gave him immense pressure. It was as if she held some inexplicable power over him, and he could not keep a firm stance whenever she was around.
At that moment, he lost all his calm and reason. But just as he was about to give in to impulse and offer to go with her, Trevor burst out of the conference room and came running in their direction excitedly. “Miss Meyers!” he shouted. “Miss Meyers! Good news! Your mother’s fine. She only suffered a broken leg!”
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