I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 93

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“Priscilla!”

His hand was already swollen high and extremely painful at the moment.

Angelo ignored the heavy rain and ran a few steps to catch up with that figure. The continuous raindrops fell along the umbrella ribs, separating the two people like a gap that could never be crossed again.

“I, I got hurt, can you take me to the hospital?”

He raised his dark purple right hand, trying to soften Priscilla’s heart.

Priscilla’s gaze fell on his hands, without saying a word.

The lights in the emergency room at Radren Central Hospital were glaringly white.

Angelo was lying in the hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around his right hand – that was the injury he got from punching Tyrell.

Priscilla stood by the bed, mechanically flipping through the test reports, her voice calm as if discussing the

weather.

“The phalanx has a slight fracture, just rest for two weeks.”

She closed the medical record book and turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist tightly with his left hand.

“Priscilla,” Angelo’s voice was hoarse, “I just realized… I’ve always loved you, I just didn’t dare to admit it.” His eyes were red, as if he was about to pour out all the emotions he had suppressed for years.

“Miley was just an obsession, but you… you were the one I was afraid of losing.”

Priscilla looked down at his bulging veins on his hand and suddenly laughed.

r “Angelo, your love was really cheap,” she said, prying open his fingers one by one. “For three years you ignored me, until you found out I was Prissie and suddenly ‘loved’ me?”

The rain outside was getting heavier, making her voice sound particularly clear.

“If I was just Priscilla my whole life, would I never deserve your respect?”

Angelo was struck by lightning, and the blood in the IV tube flowed back halfway due to his violent shaking

At the corner of the hospital corridor, a man wearing a duckbill cap put down his camera and made a phone

call.

“Ms. Garcia, we got evidence that they are getting back together.’

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AL3 am, Angelo’s phone was batzzing like crazy.

Miley sent a photo of her wrist cut, blood staining the edge of the bathtub, with a note saying, “Goodbye,

Angelo.”

He suddenly sat up, his fingers shaking uncontrollably.

Even though he saw her true colors, years of responsibility still made it hard for him to turn a blind eye.

Twenty minutes later, he kicked open Miley’s apartment door, only to find her sitting on the sofa with exquisite makeup, with only a shallow scratch on her wrist.

“You lied to me again,” he said, his voice as cold as ice.

Miley laughed and shook her wine glass, “If not, would you still come to see me?”

Angelo turned around to leave, but suddenly felt dizzy.

The water that was handed to him was drugged.

The last thing I saw before passing out was Miley holding her phone close with a twisted smile, saying, “Tomorrow the whole world will know, you chose me after all…”

The next morning, “Angelo and Miley spent a good night together” topic skyrockets to trending topic.

In the blurry candid photo, Angelo was lying on Miley’s bed in disarray, while she was leaning against his chest in sexy pajamas.

Priscilla was surrounded by a group of reporters as soon as she left the court.

“What do you think about your ex-husband meeting his first love at night, Prissie lawyer?”

She glanced at the photo and suddenly chuckled.

“I suggest everyone get a pair of glasses, from this angle you can see Mr. Haley’s dilated pupils, clearly in a confused state of mind,” she pushed the microphone away, “But that’s none of my business.”

This calm “none of my business” is sharper than any accusation.

When Angelo woke up in the hotel, “all hell had broken loose.”

He stared at the photo of himself losing consciousness, his eyes deep, and then suddenly grabbed the car keys and rushed out the door.

This time, a small recording pen lay in his pocket.

When Miley opened the door, she was still wearing that pajamas, with a charming smile: “Missed me