Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Several soldiers and special police officers followed him with James and the Brown family, two brothers.

“James, you-” Greyson shouted, trying to catch up, but was stopped by Denise, “Don’t chase, Greyson.”

The group trooped off and soon disappeared from Greyson’s sight.

Greyson never expected James to defend him at such a moment, he was so anxious, angry and worried, “Mrs. Harvey, James was just taken away and you didn’t do anything about it?”

Both the Harvey family and the Brown family are not to be messed with.

Mrs. Harvey is both a Harvey family and a Brown family member, there is no reason for her to suffer this kind of humiliation!

Denise rubbed her brow and glanced at Ela who was dressing her wounds and instead of saying more, she digressed, “Where’s Angela, I want to go and see her.”

She really didn’t think that Angela would get caught up in the feud between the Harvey family, the Brown family and the others and die.

If she had known this was going to happen, maybe she should not have helped Angela to chase James in the first place, then wouldn’t Angela have been in such a bad situation?

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“Mrs. Angela apologised, and it’s okay for me not to accept it, right?” Roland said with a frown.

Luna smiled a little awkwardly, “I was too presumptuous just now, asking questions and doing things too abruptly, and Roland can’t be blamed for being angry. But whether you forgive me or not, I still have to apologise and say sorry.”

She bowed ninety degrees and said solemnly, “I’m sorry, Roland, and thank you for looking after Angela all this time, I really appreciate it.”

“Done apologising?” Roland sneered, “Then Mrs. Angela can go.”

He could understand how she felt and why she would suspect him, but he needed a plausible excuse to stay now.

And being ‘misunderstood’, it would only be a normal human reaction for him to be angry now. If he wasn’t angry at all, that would only make this seem fishy.

Luna twisted her hands together in a sarcastic manner, somewhat at a loss for words, wanting to apologise, but there were only a few things she wanted to say, and it was pointless to go over and over them.

“Mrs. Angela won’t leave, you don’t still want me to help look after Angela’s body do you?” Roland snorted, “It’s true that my eldest Mrs. Harvey instructed me to take good care of Miss. Angela, but I’ve been so misunderstood by Mrs. Angela, there’s no sense in continuing to look after Miss. Angela’s corpse.”

Luna coughed awkwardly, “It was all my fault just now, I’ll make another solemn apology to Roland. I’ll …… go first then.”

She had just confronted Roland, and no matter how much she explained and apologised now, there was bound to be a pang in her heart.

It will have to be some time before we can come back to apologise.

Roland didn’t say anything, just opened the door and gestured indifferently for her to leave.

Luna bowed at him again before turning to leave.

Whatever Roland thinks now, she can’t spend time here, Angela is alone and she needs to be there for her ……

Roland stood in the doorway and watched her enter the ward where ‘Angela’ was before entering the room and closing the door behind her.

“Miss. Angela?” he called out in a suppressed voice as he scanned the ward.

She couldn’t have gotten out of the ward with such serious injuries.

Ta-da!

There was a very small knocking sound from the small cupboard that sat at the head of the bed.

Roland hurried over and opened the cupboard door.

The small cupboard is only half a metre high and would be crammed full with adults curled up in it.

And right now, Angela was huddled hard inside, with blood and yellowish pus oozing down her charred skin, disgusting to look at and smell.

But Roland’s first thought when he saw the scene was not one of disgust, but of heartache.

How much pain should she be in with a wound like that?

He got down on one knee and carefully carried Angela out and put her on the bed. He was so careful, but Angela’s forehead was sweating with pain and she couldn’t stop shaking.

“You stay here now, I’ll get the medical kit.” Roland stood up, her wounds were in such a state that they had to be treated urgently.

“No …… use ……,” Angela said, pulling at the wound on her face with each word, pain into her bones.

But she had to stop him, her sister-in-law was a very meticulous person and if Roland went to get the medical kit now, in case her sister-in-law saw it, her sister-in-law would surely follow the trail and find out about her not being dead.

Roland stopped and frowned slightly, “But your wound must be treated as soon as possible.”

The effects of the anaesthetic painkiller on her should have worn off long ago, and there was no telling what kind of pain she was suffering now.

“I …… can …… hold out for a while ……” Angela uttered with difficulty, clenching her teeth and holding on .

At the begging in her eyes, Roland’s brow furrowed a little tighter, “You’re hurt badly, and this is no way to hold on.”

Angela was in so much pain that she couldn’t really speak and just tried to shake her head at him.

She could still hold out for a while and couldn’t let her sister-in-law find out about her being alive.

It’s not that I’m afraid my sister-in-law might not keep her mouth shut and go out and spill the beans, but Ela’s group is pervasive and keeps tabs on them.

If her sister-in-law found out she wasn’t dead, her attitude would be different from if she was dead, and then Ela and the others would definitely notice something unusual.

If Ela and the others knew she was still alive, they’d find a way to hurt her again and her plan wouldn’t work!

Roland looked down at her and after a few moments of hesitation, said, “Miss. Angela, if you keep this up, there’s a good chance you’ll get a serious infection. I don’t know exactly what you’re trying to do, but I, as a doctor, can’t watch you get killed.”

When he finished, he marched straight out of the ward.

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Only Angela was in a bad way, and by the time Roland rushed back to the ward with the medical kit, her eyes were tightly closed and she was unconscious.

He tested the temperature on her forehead, a high fever, probably caused by an infection. For patients with severe burns, the mortality rate can be high if they are not cooled down in time to deal with the infection situation.

Roland is not good at this and sweat is breaking out on his forehead.

He looked at Angela, who looked like she was having a nightmare, hesitated, took out his phone and called Eleanor.

“Mom, a friend of mine has severe burns and is now infected, she’s in ward 9116, can you transfer someone over …… has burns all over her body and is running a high fever at the moment, um, ok, I’ll take her temperature now, please hurry up on your end too.”

Eleanor moved quickly, and three minutes later she was rushing over with some doctors and nurses.

“Which one of your friends is this? Why is she suddenly burning up like this?” Eleanor looked at Angela in the hospital bed, clearly burnt beyond recognition, but she felt something familiar.

Fearing that she would be suspicious if he said too much, and worried about delaying the treatment, Roland simply ignored her and said to some doctors and nurses, “Please, a few of you.”

“Son,” the more Eleanor looked, the more familiar Angela seemed, “has this friend of yours I’ve seen before? Why does it always seem like I have?”