Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 152

The ward was filled with Lorenzo's ragged panting and occasional coughs.

Angela smiled coldly, ''There's nothing good about it, but I just don't get along well with Mr. Lorenzo, so the more upset and angrier he is, the better I feel. As for that fame stuff, it is edible? Will it keep me out of the jail?"

"You ...... you ......"

Lorenzo was so angry at this point that he could not even say a complete sentence, so he just covered his heart, gasping for air.

Angela walked closer toward him in two steps, stared straight at him, and pulled her lips,

"Didn't you ask if I had a conscience? No, just like you, because I have part of my genes coming from you."

"You--" Lorenzo pointed at her and shouted hoarsely before he closed his eyes and collapsed onto the floor.

Elva's face turned pale as she shouted "Lorenzo" and knelt down to shake him, "Lorenzo! you have to be ok!"

Angela pursed her lips as her eyes were flashing for a moment, then she took a step forward, but quickly backed away with a frown and sat down on the bed.

Luna gave her a complicated look and sighed before walking over to the bed and pressing the emergency button.

"You deserved it!" Greyson said with a cold face, and told Luna, "You go and get a doctor. Who knows if this crappy button works or not!"

Luna nodded and paced out.

She ran into doctors and nurses who were rushing in halfway, so she explained the situation to them and then headed back to the ward with them.

After more than ten minutes of rescue, the doctors and nurses took Lorenzo to the emergency room, followed by Elva and Luna, leaving only the two siblings in the ward.

Greyson dropped his head and kicked the hospital bed for a few times, and then turned to ask Angela, "Do you blame me?"

“Why should I blame you? He's guilty to me, not to you, brother."

Angela said indifferently and wearily, with her eyes downcast.

Though she did not explicitly say who the “he” was, the two both knew it clearly.

Angela got out of bed to turn off the light, lied back on the bed and covered herself up with a blanket.

Neither the brother nor sister slept, but no one spoke till the sound of door opening broke the silence after an hour and a half.

The visitors’ footsteps were soft, as if they were afraid of disturbing the two on the beds.

“Both of you are awake, so turn on the light."

Angela rolled over to look at Elva and Luna who were standing in the doorway under the light spilling in through.

Elva laughed sardonically twice and asked cautiously,

"Did we wake you up?"

"What is it?"

Instead of answering her qestion, Angela frowned a little impatiently and asked.

Seeing this attitude of hers, Elva was a bit hurt, but she still tried to smile and said,

"I came to tell you that your dad is fine, so you don't need to feel stressed or guilty."

"You're joking, Madam. I wouldn’t be stressed or guilty whether he is ok or not."

Under the blazing lights, Angela's face was pale and emotionless.

Elva looked at her in disbelief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes,

"Angela, how did you become like this? No matter what happened between you two, he's your dad!"

Luna was afraid that these words would irritate Angela again, so she hurriedly tugged on Elva’s coat, signaling her to stop talking.

However, Angela only looked at Elva coldly without having the slightest fluctuations in her expressions

Since she no longer had any expectations on her mom, so she didn’t get upset at this point when hearing these accusations. Instead, she just felt sad and sarcastic!

"Enough with the yelling about these things in the middle of the fucking night!"

Greyson scratched his hair in annoyance, "Even if you guys don't want to sleep, Angela and me still have to sleep!"

He ignored his mother's increasingly raging tears and turned to look at Angela with full exhaustion and helplessness, "I'll move to somewhere else tomorrow. If you don't want to see anyone else, just lock the door. That will save a bunch of miscellaneous people coming here all day. I can't even get a nap!"

"Yes." Angela faintly responded, did not look at Elva who was crying uncontrollably, and laid back on the bed in silence.

Luna handed her mother-in-law a napkin and whispered, "Mom, both of them are sick and need to rest, so let's go back first. We can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything else."

Finally, she persuaded Elva to leave with her.

In the next day, with two big dark circles under his eyes, Greyson changed his ward early in the morning with the help of Luna and a few nurses.

Angela did not want to tangle with her parents and some evil people like Jessica and Danis, so she locked all the others out of the door except Julia and her sister-in-law to enjoy a few relaxing days.

"Miss Angela, please open the door."

In the morning of the eighth day, the doctor came to do the examination on her as usual.

Angela got up and opened the door, but she did not expect to see Roland and Auntie Susan both standing at the door.

"Auntie Susan?"

The arrival of Auntie Susan made Angela stunned, but after a second thought, she knew that Auntie Susan must have got the news that she was at the hospital from Roland.

Auntie Susan answered her and came up to check on her. With her round face scrunching into a frown, she snapped,

"How did you get yourself tossed into this?"

"Save me the trouble of losing weight. How many people are wishing to be thin but still can't?"

Angela smiled, let the door open, and asked the doctor, “Will you do the checkup now?"

The one who answered was Roland. He smiled, and with the dimples at the corners of his cheeks, he looked even more charming under sunlight, "There is nothing wrong with your body anymore, so there is no need for a checkup.

The doctor is here with me just in case you don't open the door for me."

“Ah."

The doctor laughed twice and said to Angela,

"Dr. Roland is young, but he is an expert in leg illness, so you should hold on to your chance. Don't mess with your body."

After saying that, he patted Roland's shoulder, said a few words to encourage him, and then left.

It was only then when Angela frowned and said, "Dr. Roland, thank you for your kind words, but ......"

Without waiting for her to finish the sentence, Roland waved at Auntie Susan and laughed,

"Great-Aunt, I'm just a doctor who heals, not a negotiator."

"Look at yourself, no wonder you can't find a girl. Your future girlfriend is standing in front of you and you don't even dare to say a word!"

Auntie Susan scolded him and directly pushed Angela in the room, then shouted at the man who was still standing at the door,

"Come and check!"

Roland curved his lips with the bottom of his eyes filled with bright stars, "Yes madam, please calm down, your majesty."

As they spoke, they had walked in the room.

Auntie Susan pressed Angela onto the bed, pulled up her right pant leg, and signaled Roland.

Roland nodded and put the medicine box on the table. She squatted down to touch the scars on Angela’s shank gently and pressed on them.

Angela pursed her lips while trying to retract the leg, "Auntie Susan, I ......"

“What? Settle down and stay still!"

Auntie Susan slanted a glance at her, pressed her leg harder and lowered her voices, "I don't care whatever you are planning to do, but this leg of yours must be cured!"