Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 341

Angela took big breaths as she felt chest discomfort and repressed.

"Put me down," said Angela to James.

James nodded and put her down carefully with his eyes firmly fixed on her.

Angela walked over to push out Lorenzo who was badgering Elva and slammed the door.

"Are you crazy, Angela?!" shouted Lorenzo as he knocked at the door hard, "Open the door!"

Ignoring him, Angela walked to the operating bed slowly, step by step.

Looking down at Elva, Angela said in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

"No," said Elva with a smile and wanted to touch Angela. But Elva was so weak that she raised her hand in the air and hung it down weakly.

Kneeling on the ground, Angela put her cheek against the hand of Elva.

Angela was already misty-eyed and couldn't see anything clear.

The strong smell of blood made her sick. But she didn't spit out and just felt heartbroken.

"I'm so useless..." said Elva with a self-deprecating smile as she was so weak that she couldn't even touch Angela.

Standing aside, Greyson was wiping tears silently.

"Mom, don't..."

Before Angela could say more, Elva interrupted, "Angela, Alisa and you are the people who I am the deepest sorry to in my life."

"It was my ignorance and hesitation killed Alisa and almost killed you. I'm so miserable!"

Rubbing her cheek against the bloody hand of Elva, Angela said, "I'm alive, Mom. Don't..."

Looking at the pale face of Elva, Angela felt her throat was clogged by something.

"Don't cry..." said Elva in a quiet voice, "Don't cry, Angela. It breaks my heart to see you like that."

Angela wanted to say that she wouldn't cry. But with her nose twitching, she couldn't say anything but nodded hard.

"There's nothing I can do help your brother and you and your father always feels that I'm useless and will only cry. So even if I die, no one will be affected."

"After I die, you can move out with James and your father can no longer threaten you with me. I know that I'm a burden to you. Without me, you'll have no scruple in front of your father. "

"I saw Alisa frequently this period of time and she told me that she was lonely in the heaven and wanted me to accompany her. But I knew it was unreal as Alisa hated me so much. How was it possible that she wanted me to accompany her?" said Elva with a relieved expression on her face.

'I don't have to think about all these things after I die,' thought Elva, "and the other people in the family don't have to feel that I'm annoying and I don't have to please everyone carefully."

Raising her head, Angela wanted to smile, but failed. Instead, tears went down into her mouth and tasted bitter.

"I'm so sorry, Mom!" said Angela as she was so regretful to have treated Elva so badly some time ago.

"No, I should say sorry to you..." said Elva as she raised her hand with all her strength and stroked the cheek of Angela, "I should have believed you...that time. If..."

Elva stopped breathing before she could finish her words.

Seeing the hand of Elva sliding down her cheek feebly, Angela felt as if her heart was torn and she was so painful that she couldn't even breathe.

Grabbing the hand of Elva against her cheek, Angela called, "Mom? Mom...Mom..."

Elva was lying on the operating bed with her eyes closed with a smile, as if she was sleeping.

But Angela knew that this women would no longer open her eyes to look at her with a smile and call her name.

'Mom...died.'

Bursting the door open, Lorenzo hurried to walk in.

Seeing that Elva was lying on the operating bed lifelessly, Lorenzo was stunned and couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

"Elva?" called Lorenzo in a quiet voice and walked over, wanting to touch her face.

Standing up with a expressionless face, Angela pushed him away and said, "Didn't you feel that she always cried and was useless? You satisfied now?"

Lorenzo stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground.

Then he picked himself up awkwardly and walked towards Elva, saying in a trance, "No, she didn't die! She was so normal yesterday. How was it possible that she died suddenly?"

"What do you want?! She died," said Greyson through gritted teeth as he stepped forward to grab the collar of Lorenzo, "and Mom said she didn't want to see you. Are you deaf? Get out!"

He threw Lorenzo on the ground with a bang.

Sitting on the ground, Lorenzo said with red eyes, "Why didn’t she want to see me?! Have I done anything that hurt her all these years? She should blame Angela as it was Angela who abandoned her! I've never done anything that hurt..."

Lorenzo burst into tears before he could finish his words.

'Does crying make any sense now?' thought Angela as she clenched her hand on her breast and felt difficult to breathe.

'Actually, I'm not qualified to blame Dad.'

'If I had forgiven her, she would probably not have died.'

Coming up to Angela silently, James held her into his arms and patted her on the back.

James knew that it was useless to say anything to her now.

Grab the front of his shirt tightly, Angela cried silently in his arms for a while and then said, "Let's go out."

The room was filled with the smell of her mother's blood and she could hardly breathe.

Her legs were so weak that she was almost held out by James.

Standing by the window of the corridor, Angela gazed out of the window quietly.

'What was Mom thinking about the days she stood by the window?' thought Angela.

'She wanted to jump?'

'If I had kept my eyes on her these days, or I had been alert last night I was sleeping, or I hadn't been estranged from Mom, It would probably not have happened."

"Don't blame yourself," said James as he held her from behind and kissed her on the hair, "and you've tried your best."

Angela closed her eyes with her tears flowing.

'How couldn't I blame myself? If I hadn't invited Mrs. Brown to see her on my own responsibility, this day would have never come so soon!'

As Roland was passing by, he walked towards Angela and James.

Seeing that they were in each other's arms, Roland said with a cough, "Miss Chante, It's time to you to accept treatment today. Are you going to accept it right now?"

"I'll accept it another day," said Angela.

As Angela didn't turn her head, Roland couldn't see her face, only finding that her voice was hoarse, as if having got inflamed.

He didn't insist and turned away after asking her to take care of herself.

Having walked for some distance, Roland turned back and said, "Miss Chante, my Mom has contacted Dr. Watson who said that he can come to see Mrs. Chante this afternoon and make a primary diagnosis."