Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

“Timothy……” Angela murmured and smiled.

Someone like Timothy, if you didn’t teach her a lesson, she would become more aggressive.

But if you taught her a lesson, she would still wait for an opportunity to retaliate and became more aggressive.

Endless cycle, no solution.

Julia blushed from her laughter and wrung her hands and said,

“Do you think I’m stupid for falling for that bastard again?”

“No.” After a pause, Angela said. “A man like that is not worthy of your love.”

Julia’s face was bleak as she waved her hand at Angela, “Don’t talk about him, it sucks.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement and she said.

“Funny news to tell you, Greyson beat up Timothy for you, and then that idiot spoke out the name of the sugar daddy behind her.

Guess who that sugar daddy is?”

“Who?”

Angela was not interested in the sugar daddy behind Timothy, but asked cooperatively anyway.

“Charles Lewis!”

Julia’s voice couldn’t help but pluck up a bit, ”It’s that Charles Lewis of the Lewis family, Jessica’s grandfather!

He’s almost seventy years old and a notorious calligrapher, how could he get involved with someone like Timothy?”

Angela was also stunned. She had seen Charles frequently during those years when she was on good terms with Jessica.

From her memory, Charles was an idle figure who didn’t care about fame and fortune. He liked to practice calligraphy, raise flowers and walk his dog. But she never thought he would actually be the sugar daddy behind someone like Timothy!

Seeing that Angela was finally interested in the news, Julia became even more excited and said with both eyes shining.

“You think that old man is in his seventies and can still have sex with Timothy?”

Angela was stunned.

“I’m telling you, Timothy even said she’s pregnant with Charles’s baby!”

Julia’s face was full of gossipy, and after she said this, she came up to Angela and whispered.

“Do you think the baby is really his child, or a cuckold on his head?”

Angela used to call Charles Grandpa, just like Jessica, and this time, when she listened to Julia gossiping about such things, she felt indescribably odd.

She licked her dry lips and said.

“I don’t know, but yesterday Timothy slept with George.”

Julia asked with a strange smile.

“Do you think Charles would have a heart attack if he knew Timothy had cuckolded him?”

She talked a lot of nonsense with Angela, and finally said with a sigh.

“Greyson and Luna wanted to give Timothy a hard time, but Charles informed Lorenzo, who brought a few people to the Dream Club and forcibly took them away.”

Hearing this, Angela pursed lips, her eyes were dark, and she clutched the bed sheet under her, so hard that her knuckles turned white.

Julia was about to comfort her, when the door open and James walked in, straight to the bed.

Angela gave him a glance and then withdrew her gaze with an expressionless face.

“James… James.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Julia shouted bravely, wanting to remind him that he should not upset Angela and should go out ASAP.

James looked back at her, his gaze slightly coolly, “Something wrong?”

“Hah!”

Julia gave a sarcastic laugh, swallowed all the words that had reached the tip of her tongue, and pointed to the fruit on the table and asked,

“I just wanted to ask if you eat fruit? I’ll wash it, hah.”

At the end of the sentence, there were two dry chuckles.

“That is not necessary.” James said, “You can just wash those for you and Angela.”

Julia was stressed about standing here and wanted to find an excuse to leave, but she feared that James would say something or do something to irritate Angela, so she could do nothing but stay.

“Eat a banana, Angela, it’s good to eat a banana.”

The bananas didn’t need to be washed, and she handed it over to Angela.

Angela took the banana, peeled it, and took a bite.

The knot in James’s throat rolled down and his eyes changed slightly, “Don’t leave the hospital yet, I’ve contacted a doctor to treat your leg.”

“Can Angela’s leg still be healed?”

Without waiting for Angela to answer, Julia asked with his bright eyes.

James nodded, his eyes still focused on Angela, he really…… liked her?

“I do not need your sympathy, James.”

Angela grabbed the banana and threw it hard, crossing over James and into the trash can behind him, “I have no money, I won’t treat it.”

Julia watched as the banana passed over James’s shoulder, her heart almost beating out of her chest.

“You need ‘t to pay for it.”

James walked over to the table, took a kiwi, and shoved it into Angela’s hand.

Looking down at the kiwi in her hand, Angela sneered.

“You are asking me to gnaw on it with my mouth?”

“I’ll peel it for you!”

Julia was worried that Angela would ‘attack’ James with the kiwi again, and hurriedly walked to the bed and took the kiwi from her hand.

“Thank you, James, for being kind and charitable, but I don’t need it, thanks.”

Angela spoke in a calm voice, but her hand clutched to the bed sheet under her, “Jessica’s leg hasn’t been cured, and I wouldn’t dare to cure mine.

If my leg recovered, I’m afraid you’ll have to break it again.”

Julia was scared, her heart was almost in her throat. She secretly gave Angela a wink, but the latter didn’t even look at her.

“No.” James frowned faintly, and walked away.

Angela sat on the hospital bed, her lips pursed tightly, her face was in full shadow.

He broke her legs as he liked, he wanted to treat her legs also as he liked, what was her to him?

A toy?

She took a deep breath, her eyes slightly red, and she touch her disabled right leg with her trembling hands.

What’s the use of curing it? she hadn’t practiced dance for two years. It won’t be easy to pick it up again.

“Why don’t you heal your leg if you can?”

Julia frowned, “Angela, you shouldn’t end up with a lifelong disability just for a moment of bravado, that’s not worth it!”

Angela pulled her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes, “If a man breaks your leg and says he’ll help you heal it, and he’s likely to break it again, will you heal it?”

Julia was dumbfounded, her brain dangling.

“I will not.” Angela said word by word.

“And when I’m in a position to kill him, I won’t bear grudge for his sympathy.” Julia heard her say these words and goose bumps appeared all over her body. She laughed dryly and handed over the kiwi she had gotten, “Eat it, your lips are dry.”

Because of the affair between Charles and Timothy, the Lewis family was shrouded in gloom. The servants even walked with a deliberately light footstep, not daring to speak loudly at all.

Inside the hall, all three generations of the Lewis family were present, including Jessica’s family of four.

The person who couldn’t accept most that Charles was still messing around at such an old age was Danis, who stood out and questioned with a livid face.

“Grandpa, you’re already in your seventies, and Timothy is only twenty years old, the same age as Jessica, how can you do that?”

Charles picked up his tea, took a sip, and said effortlessly, “True love has nothing to do with age, Danis, when did you become so worldly?”