Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 131

James had known for a long time that Angela wanted to commit suicide. However, at this moment, he still felt a pang in his heart while knowing it again from someone else.

As if he suddenly stepped into a quicksand trap, with quicksand coming from all directions, blocking his five senses and seven orifices.

With each breath, all that was inhaled into his nose and the throat was quicksand, and the suffocation followed was just unbearable.

Gabriela glanced at him and said to Julia, who was flustered at this point.

"You've been tossing about all night too. Go home early and rest, I give you two days off. And, don’t tell anyone about what happened on the rooftop, got it?"

"Thank you, Gabriela."

Julia said stiffly against the pressure brought on by James.

"But I want to stay here."

Gabriela looked at her and didn't make a sound.

Julia lowered her head and didn't dare to speak again.

"Then just stay if you want to."

Gabriela looked at James's soaked pajamas and pants, and said,

"I'll get you some dry clothes."

James looked at the emergency room, his thin lips tightly minced, not making a sound.

Gabriela didn't wait for him to answer, and she just twisted around and walked away.

In the corridor outside the emergency room, Julia and James were left.

Julia secretly glanced at James for several times. After hesitating for a while, she took her cellphone and walked to the stairwell before calling Greyson.

The emergency treatment might not be successful, and Angela might want to see Greyson one more time.

James stood in front of the emergency room, flustered, cold, tired, and annoyed, but he didn't want to sit down or change clothes, just stood there quietly.

Even when he saw with his own eyes that Angela betrayed him, he had never thought of a world without her. If Angela hadn't been rescued today, he......

James's breath rasping in his heavy chest, he bit his lips and took his cellphone to call his special assistant Lee, "Find out who are the best doctors for pulmonary edema and leg illness in B City and around the country. By whatever means, get them to the first hospital as fast as possible."

He wouldn't let her die!

When Julia returned from the call, she saw James still standing in the same position as before, as if he didn't move a bit at all.

She lightened her steps and stood behind him. She was so tired that she wanted to sit down, but she was too afraid to do so.

Time passed by, but the emergency room door never opened.

James's heart sank little by little, and he called Lee again, and was told that he had already contacted a few experts.

But several of the experts are not in B City. The nearest one won't be at the airport until 4:30 tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.

Uneasiness spread inch by inch in his mind, and dominated his thoughts and body, and he had never been more helpless in his life.

Gabriela brought him a suit and leather shoes and found an empty ward for him to change, but he remained standing in place as if he didn’t hear her word.

She sighed and placed the bag on the seat, then sat back in the chair, propping her chin up in one hand in thought.

Julia's feet ached and her legs were sore from standing for too long, so she bent down and squeezed her sore calf before sitting down on the chair.

But she was so nervous that her butt only landed on the edge of the seat.

"What do you think of Mr. James's feeling for Angela?"

Gabriela glanced at James's back and asked lazily as she came close to Julia's ear.

Julia's whole body was tensed up. When Gabriela suddenly asked such a question, she was so scared that she almost jumped up.

She really didn't have the mood to gossip about Angela and James's relationship at this moment, but her superior asked a question and she had to respond earnestly, "I...... don't have much contact with Mr. James, so I don't know."

She spoke in a very low voice, but even so, she was afraid that James would hear her and secretly glanced at him again.

"If he doesn't like her, how can he look like this?"

The bottom of Gabriela's eyes was brimming, as if she was asking Julia, and as if she was talking to herself.

Julia, as a woman, still blushed when she met Gabriela's amorous eyes.

She opened her mouth, but ended up saying nothing. She just took a glance at James before staring straight at the emergency room as he did.

James usually felt that time flew fast, a day passed unnoticed after one or two meetings, and then dealing with dozens of documents.

But now, every minute made him feel unusually tormented, as if he was being cut by a knife and roasted by fire.

"James, what's going on with Angela?"

At 3: 58 a.m., Denise arrived outside the emergency room accompanied by her maid.

After she had someone ask around, she learned that both James and Angela were at the hospital, but she had no idea what was going on.

Once Julia saw she was dressed in luxurious brands and had an extraordinary temperament, even without make-up or deliberate dressing, she subconsciously stood up and went beside the chair restlessly.

"She has a recurrence of pulmonary edema and leg problems and is under emergent treatment inside."

James didn't move for so long that his legs had gone numb. He intended to walk up to Denise, but stumbled suddenly and held onto the wall before he could stand still.

“!”

Denise's pupils shrank slightly and her lips half opened.

After half a minute, she resumed her senses and looked at James incredulously, "James, what did you......do to Angela again?"

James tightened his lips and didn't make a sound.

"You misunderstood Mr. James."

Gabriela stepped forward, stood beside Denise and said softly.

"This time, Angela in the emergency room had nothing to do with Mr. James."

Denise's brow was furrowed and her face was hard. She didn't say any more on this matter, and she clearly didn't believe what Gabriela had said.

She was also a bit annoyed at this point, and turned to Julia instead of looking at James and Gabriela, and asked.

"This lady, do you know how Angela is doing now?"

"The situation...... is not good."

Julia felt quite flattered when she was suddenly asked by the legendary Mrs. Harvey, and carefully weighed her words, ''When I found Angela, her old illness had already recurred, and she couldn't even speak.

By the time we got her to the ambulance, she......"

Julia paused for a moment and said with difficulty,

"She's unconscious."

"So when did she go into the emergency room? Did the doctor say anything?"

Denise tried to remain calm, but still spoke much faster than usual.

Julia was just about to say that it had been over an hour. Before she could speak, the door to the emergency room snapped open and a doctor walked out, wearing a facial mask and disposable hat.

He was followed by a tired nurse, who was holding a few sheets of paper, and Julia didn't know what these papers were for.

James's eyes lit up slightly, and he moved strangely fast to the doctor, wanting to ask how Angela was doing. When he saw the doctor's serious face, the words that had reached his throat couldn't even come out.

He never thought there would be a time when he had to hesitate for a long time to ask a question.

"Who is Angela’s family?" The doctor asked hurriedly while removing his mask.

James's throat knot rolled for a moment, the bottom of his eyes was suppressing the wildly overwhelming emotions, each word was asked with unusual difficulty, "How is she...... doing?"