Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 284

"Angela, how do you feel now?" Elva wiped her tears, and asked with worry.

Angela saw her crying with mixed feelings, she said lightly, "I’m better now, sorry if I troubled Mrs. Chante."

Elva was bitter when she heard her daughter call her Mrs. Chante, but she wasn’t paying much attention, "Why are you so pale? Should I call the doctor over? "

"Take it easy. Angela just went through an operation, so she is pale." Lorenzo said.

Angela was full of mockery when she heard Lorenzo calling her so intimately.

Elva thought Lorenzo was reasonable, so she asked, "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, thank you for your concern." Angela said lightly, "But I need to rest now, you should leave."

Lorenzo handed Elva a handkerchief and sighed, "Angela, I did something wrong before, and it’s okay if you blame me. But your mother was worried about you, since you were released from prison. She cried almost every day, it’s wrong to treat her like this."

Elva looked at Angela anxiously, she wiped her tears with the handkerchief, her eyes were still red and swollen.

"It is your freedom to choose to treat me right or wrong. It is my freedom to choose to forgive you or not." Angela said coldly.

Elva cried.

Lorenzo frowned, "It’s my idea to abandon you to save the Chante family. It has nothing to do with your mother. Why would you say that to hurt her?"

"Don't blame Angela, it’s not her fault." Elva was afraid that Angela would be upset by her tears, and she had been preparing herself before she came here. But seeing Angela was so weak and Angela treated her coldly, she was grieved that she couldn’t help but crying.

Lorenzo looked at her, suppressed his impatience, and wiped her tears gently as much as possible, "I don't intend to blame Angela, parents won’t blame their children."

He said to Elva, but he deliberately raised his voice so that Angela could hear.

Angela didn't answer, but took a few more sips of water while holding the cup, suppressing the her burning anger.

"Angela, your mother has never done anything wrong to you except for being deceived by Jessica and believing her nonsense. You can blame me, I can fully understand, but I really can't stand as her husband when I see you treated her like that. "Lorenzo said sanctimoniously.

Angela sneered and said sarcastically, "Are you feeling sorry for her? Why do I remember that you have blamed her many times in front of me, and said that she can do nothing but cry?"

"You'll know when you get married. Couples fight. It’s normal." Lorenzo remained calm and said in a deep voice, "If they are always courteous to each other like guests, it can only prove that they have no feelings for each other and treat each other as outsiders."

Elva was displeased at first, but listening to Lorenzo’s explanation, she was somewhat relieved, "It is normal for couples to quarrel occasionally, Angela, you think too much."

Angela didn't answer, she was disappointed.

Her mom was accustomed to relying on her dad for decades. Even if they had a big fight, Elva was still difficult to get rid of the habit of relying on him.

Elva thought harmony brought wealth, but for Angela, she was unable to regard such a hypocritical man as her father.

"You keep saying that we did something wrong, and there is no way you can forgive us." Lorenzo said angrily, "Then I'm about to say some facts."

"James threatened us, broke your legs, and sent you to jail. Then he left you in the Dream Club to humiliate you, asked you to entertain the guests, and threw you out naked, what do you say?"

Her unbearable past was revealed, Angela pursed her lips, and firmly grasped the sheets under.

James saw all her reaction, and subconsciously twitched the hand hanging on his right side.

Lorenzo glanced at him with a flash of hesitation, but quickly made up his mind. He raised his voice a little higher and rebuked, "If you can forgive James and be with him, why can't you forgive your parents who gave birth to you and raised you?"

"Angela." Elva choked with sobs.

Seeing Angela was pale and didn’t answer, Lorenzo continued, "In the final analysis, you ignored our kindness, and only saw where we did wrong and won’t let go."

Angela did not expect that he would be so cheeky, calling white black, completely describing himself as an innocent person, and she was an ungrateful soul.

Anger and hatred flowed through her mind, and bitterness stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

"Did you see the slap blusher on my face?" James suddenly said, pointing to the swelling that had not yet disappeared on his face.

As soon as Lorenzo entered the door, he saw the wound on his face, but he didn't pay attention.

"I apologized to Angela sincerely. She does not forgive me and doesn’t want to see me. I am willing to be slapped by her to let off her anger." James said, "If you have such sincerity, Angela would forgive you."

Lorenzo was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at James's face.

It was not a wound that a single slap would cause.

Elva wiped her eyes with the handkerchief and looked at James a few times, her expression was slightly complicated.

"I'm right," James looked towards Angela, "Am I?"

Angela’s lower eyelid jumped a few times, and said indifferently, "The closer you are, the more severe the harm. You are an outsider, and I can calm down after a few slaps, but Mr. Chante has caused too much psychological damage to me. I can't forgive him with only few slaps."

"I can understand. They not only wronged you before, but also used you and beat you. A few slaps won’t help." James said.

He thought for a while, and then said to Lorenzo, who looked terrible, "How about you come over, let Angela slap you a few times, and then a few more?"

"He is shameless, it would hurt my hands." Angela said.

Lorenzo's expression changed constantly.

"Put on gloves before you slap him." James said.

Lorenzo was pale when he heard it, and he subconsciously wanted to refute, but he withheld his reprimand.

"Angela, you can slap me, go ahead." Elva has been listening to their conversation carefully, and after hesitation, she closed her eyes and walked towards Angela.

Angela looked at Elva’s red and swollen eyes, she couldn’t breathe as if she was grasped by an invisible hand.

She really didn't know what to do with her mother.