Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 291

Seeing this, Elva went to Angela and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital now?"

"No, I'm fine." Angela looked at her red and swollen eyes and whispered.

Greyson and Lorenzo all came to care about Angela and asked if she needed to see the doctor when hearing what Elva said.

Greyson felt Lorenzo disgusted acting like this, so he sneered, "You begin to treat Angela well when she is useful to you. When she isn't useful to you, you don't even bother to look at her. What kind of father are you?"

"Watch your words!" Lorenzo sternly shouted, "I do all these to keep our family and the Chante Group! You and your sister knew nothing but cause trouble for me. If you can help me in the slightest, should I work so hard?"

Greyson was angry with his face reddened. He took a chair and wanted to smash it over. But he finally only smashed it on the ground.

"Fuck!"

If Lorenzo wasn't his father, he would have smashed ten chairs towards Lorenzo.

The chair landed at Lorenzo's feet and rolled toward Angela. Before the chair reached her feet, James kicked it to the side with a frown. He pursed his lips tightly and pulled Angela to the side.

Greyson was about to say "be careful" and he stopped when he saw what James did. But he was still unhappy with James's hand on his sister's waist.

Seeing his unhappiness, James held Angela even more tightly and smiled at Greyson

Greyson was speechless.

Although the chair did not hit Lorenzo, he still got angry when seeing the chair not far away from him. He was so shocked by what Greyson had just done that it took him a while to come back to his senses, "Greyson, are you trying to murder me?!"

"If I wanted to murder you, you are already dead!" Ever since the car accident two years ago, the relationship between Greyson and Lorenzo was becoming worse and worse.

Seeing the dispute between the two becoming more and more fierce, Elva yelled with red and swollen eyes, "Shut up!"

She looked at Greyson and then at Lorenzo. Finally, she said in a hoarse voice, "Angela just came home, can't you guys be quiet?"

"For Angela's sake, I won't argue with you today!" Greyson grunted heavily at Lorenzo, turned his head, and walked out. Luna hurriedly apologized and followed him.

Lorenzo was a little embarrassed to be yelled at by his son in front of James. He coughed dryly, "It's my wife's fault. As he grows older, his manners become worse. James, don't blame him."

"Not at all." James smiled, "Under your guidance, Greyson still values his family so much. He is a real gem. I should thank him."

The smile on Lorenzo's face stiffened for a moment, "My two kids achieved nothing. But they valued their close ones. That's inherited from me."

The rest three said nothing when saying this and looked at him with different expressions.

"People about the same age as me have been married several times. Even if they don't, they will keep mistresses." Lorenzo sighed, "They also asked me why I don't get divorced and marry another woman since she always drags me down."

When he said this, Elva just looked at him. She was neither angry, shocked, or echoed with him. There was only a dead calm.

Lorenzo was suddenly a little guilty from her gaze, he avoided her gaze and continued, "The reason is simple. I care about my family. Once I decide to be with someone, it will be a lifetime, just like you."

Hearing this, James waved his hand and said meaningfully, "No, I'm not like you in this aspect. But you are better than me in some aspects."

They seemed to be praising each other but their words all had deeper meanings. Angela was in a daze when looking at them.

Before she was eighteen, she hated how hypocritical adults were and hated those who betrayed and used their loved ones for profit.

But after she turned an adult, she understood that such occasions were unavoidable and she was using her family to go against Jessica and Lawson.

She was becoming the kind of person she hated most step by step.

"Dinner is ready, Lorenzo, you and James go down first." Elva sniffled, wiped the corners of her eyes, and forced a smile, "Angela and I will go down after we put her things away."

Lorenzo frowned, "Can't you do this after dinner? How can you keep James waiting?"

"Not a problem." James said, "I happen need to consult you about the management of the company and I need some time with you."

Lorenzo smiled and said gently, "You're young, but you're no less experienced than I am in running a company. So, you don't need to use the word consult. In that case, let's go to the living room and wait for a while."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Elva, "Why aren't you still aware of the priorities at such an age? You are so senseless."

"Lorenzo, I've been with you for nearly thirty years. Now you find me not a good wife at all?" Elva's tears fell and she raised her voice.

Lorenzo's face turned blue as his family members refuted him one after another, "What are you yelling about all of a sudden? Have you entered upon the change of life?"

He looked at James with some embarrassment and tried to hold the corners of his mouth, "This is what women are like! They are just short-sighted like this, only care about love. They don't care about how men work hard outside!"

"See you later." James smiled at Angela and went out with Lorenzo.

Angela walked over and closed the door. When she turned to her room, she saw her mother staring blankly in the direction of the door with tears. In Elva's eyes, there was a complex feeling that Angela had never seen.

"Do you think I'm as bad as your father says? That I can do nothing but cry?" Elva wiped her tears as she said in a cracking voice.

Angela didn't know what to say when hearing her mother's question. Since she had memories, her mother was a full-time housewife and her father was in charge of the family and the household was done by the maids. Being asked like this, Angela finally found that she had no idea what her mother was good at.

"I'm not a good wife or a good mother. In some way, your father is right. I know nothing but cry." Elva smiled sadly.

Angela suddenly thought of what her brother said and felt it was a thorny problem, "It's all my fault. I'm not a good daughter." Elva was desperate as she said this. She went to the suitcases with blank eyes and helped Angela put away her things.

Angela pursed her lips and went to her mother's side. And she managed to comfort her mother like James did to her, "Don't think too much."