Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

When the needles were finished Roland stood up, “On Uncle Chante’s side, I contacted a couple of specialists who will be here in a while.”

“Thanks!” Angela really felt she owed Roland and his family a lot, “When I …… get a chance, I’ll be sure to stop by and say thanks.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Trying to cure a vegetable is difficult, but it is always good to have hope.

Roland noticed the pause between her words and was a little suspicious when he thought of the recent spate of accidents involving the Chante family.

“Have you had any inconveniences lately?” He asked cryptically.

“It’s quite inconvenient.” Angela said, “I’m not even three months pregnant and I’m even walking carefully for fear of something happening.”

Roland had studied psychology and could easily see that she was lying, “If you’re in any trouble, you can say so and maybe I can help.”

“What difficulties can I have? At most, I’m worried about marrying into the Harvey family and being Mrs. Harvey,” Angela laughed.

It’s a deep pool of water that she doesn’t want to drag others into.

Seeing her reluctance to say more, Roland didn’t ask any more questions, but kept a private eye out, intending to find out what had happened to her recently.

Angela didn’t stay at the hospital for long after her injection, and after changing her clothes, she asked her bodyguard to take her back to Bamboo Estate.

She initially wanted to go back to the Chante family, but the bodyguards were all watching her and if she went back to the Chante family, she would have to drag her brother and sister-in-law into the surveillance.

While on the road, a call came from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Angela, what the fuck did you give my mum for ecstasy? She has to make a scene now to get my dad and them to help James! You ……”

Angela listened half-heartedly without catching who the other person was and interrupted, “Excuse me, but who are you?”

“……” There was a pause, followed by a yell, “This is Salim, okay? Angela, you better tell me the truth: what did you do to my mother, and why did she want to help James even though she wanted a divorce? divorce, why did she have to help James?”

What can they do about the Harvey family that the Brown family can’t help with?

There’s no telling if they’ll help out and they’ll end up with them!

His mother has always been smart, but since she met Angela, she’s been fucking brain-dead!

Angela understood him generally, but, “I haven’t even met Mrs. Harvey recently, what can I do with her?”

She has not wanted to see Mrs. Brown since her mother died.

When she met Mrs. Brown, she always felt that she was one of the culprits in the death of her mother.

“What don’t you do to her that she can mess with my dad and have to get him to use all his means to help Harvey family? I advise you to tell the truth or I’ll make you eat your words!” Salim was really angry and his voice was breaking.

Angela didn’t bother to pester him and hung up the phone without saying a word.

On the other side, Salim looked at the hung-up phone, cursed out a string of expletives, and dialed again to find that he had been blacked out.

He slammed his phone to the floor with a thud and scratched another pile to the floor.

This damn Angela, does she really think that because she has James to cover her, no one will dare to touch her?

Salim stares grimly at the phone on the floor for a moment, picks it up and calls Felix. Then he picked up a jacket and prepared to go out.

As he crossed the hall, Mrs. Brown was still messing with Mr. Brown.

“You have to help Mr. James because no one else is helping him! He’s Angela’s boyfriend and I’m doing Angela a big favour by helping him! When I die, I’ll have to ask Elva what I’ve done to her by helping her and helping her daughter!”

“You’re out of your mind! Is it worth putting our whole family on the line just to bother with a dead man?”

“It’s worth it! I’ll see how Elva will look at me if it all goes down! I’ve treated her much better than Polly did, so why should she blame me for Polly?”

Salim cursed under his breath, slammed the vase to the floor and ignored the criticism behind him as he strode off.

–

The villa was empty, just Angela and a few bodyguards who were still watching her.

She simmered some porridge and prepared to stir-fry some vegetables, but the pan ended up all mushy, and finally a couple of bodyguards couldn’t stand to see her and made her a table.

Angela watched them do it with her own eyes, making sure they didn’t put anything strange in it before she picked up her chopsticks and prepared to eat.

“You guys should eat together too, you can’t order takeaway here.” She took a taste and found it actually tasted okay.

Several of the bodyguards looked at each other, and only after receiving the affirmation of their leader did they sit down to eat.

As they were almost finished eating, there was a sudden roar of cars outside, and judging from the sound of the engines, there seemed to be quite a lot of them coming.

The cars sounded too close to the villa and the chief bodyguard gave a wink to two men, who casually copied something and went out to check the situation.

The two remaining bodyguards remained at the table, but were in no mood to eat, guarding Angela left and right and watching the door warily.

Angela was the calmest of them all, her situation was bad enough anyway, how much worse could it get?

If the water gets a little more muddy, she might even get something out of it.

“Mr. James is back.” The head bouncer said as he walked in.

James? Angela brightened up, put down her chopsticks and walked out.

Three military jeeps pulled up at the entrance and James was brought down by several soldiers.

He was still wearing the same suit he had left in, which was already a bit wrinkled, and he looked a bit of a mess with his face covered in colour, so he shouldn’t have suffered much in prison.

Angela looked at the scars on his face and her heart clenched a little.

She stood quietly for a moment, walked towards him and gave him a big hug, “I missed you, James.”

“I haven’t showered, I’m dirty, so let go of me.” James’ pupils reflected her figure and even the lines of his face softened considerably.

For him, the hardest part of being in prison was not the physical suffering, but the mental torture of not being able to see her.

He was really worried that she was upset about him being taken away and would wonder what she would eat at meal times every day when he didn’t hire her a maid and she couldn’t order takeaway.

Angela shook her head and didn’t let go of her hold on his waist. The sound of his steady, strong heartbeat was in her ears, and her panicked heart finally settled down with it.

“James, the suspicion of the Harvey Group is still very high. You are out of prison for the time being, but you will be under our surveillance for the time being. When the Harvey Group is cleared of all suspicion, we will naturally leave.” A soldier said.

James wrapped his arm around Angela’s waist and looked back at him indifferently, “This is the first time I’ve learned that a suspect’s right to privacy is not protected.”

“We will not invade your privacy and will only guard the perimeter of this villa in case you escape. Where you normally need to recuse yourself, you tell us and we will do so appropriately.” The person who spoke was the same person as before.