Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Outside the door sounded the voice of Sean and Raya’s conversation, but Angela cannot hear very clearly. It seemed that the playful Raya seemed to be a little angry.

Angela opened her hand, looked at the thin calluses on her palm, and suddenly smiled. However, the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

At 5:30 p. m, Greyson came with lots of her favorite food, “I ran to several stores and waited in line all afternoon to get them, so enjoy yourself.”

He put everything on the table, handed her a pair of chopsticks and a disposable lunch box, then put a bottle of alcohol and put it on the table.

“Why do you want to drink now?”

Her brother did not like to drink and did not like the flavor of alcohol, so she asked casually.

Greyson suppressed the irritation in his heart, poured half a cup of alcohol and finished it with one gulp, “I just want to drink.”

He was not wearing a suit jacket or a tie.

His action was a bit rude and the shirt was slightly open, revealing a nail scratch that slid from the lower right of his neck all the way down to his collarbone.

“What happened to your neck?”

Angela put down her chopsticks and said with a slight frown.

Greyson was startled and hurriedly tugged at his collar in panic and made an embarrassed look, ”Just keep quiet, what’s the point of asking blindly?

You’re a grown-up now, how can you not know it?”

“Brother!”

Angela looked straight at him, darkness clouded underneath her eyes.

Greyson scratched his neck and muttered.

“You went to prison for two years, why do you sound like a different person?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Angela said.

Greyson was pissed off and wanted to find someone to talk to for a long time.

He snapped his chopsticks onto the table and told the story happened earlier today.

At the end, he held his breath and grimaced as he drank a cup of alcohol, pressing his voice to a growl.

“I can’t believe I fucking thought Dad was actually going to give you justice! He really pissed me off!”

“Jessica is right.”

A glimmer of gloom flashed through Angela’s eyes as she murmured.

Greyson was puzzled at what he heard, “Hmm?”

“Don’t you know why Dad changes his face so quickly?”

Angela smiled to herself, “Because Jessica was right. Dad said so much to release his feeling of being oppressed for so long, but more because he just wanted to let the Smiths know that it wasn’t easy for him too.”

That was why Jessica used the amusement park project to calm Dad’s anger…

Well.

Never before had she imagined that one day Dad would trade all the hurt she had suffered for business profits.

Greyson’s expression changed, and finally his face turned blue as he picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth, tears mixed with the drink flew down along his cheeks together.

“Don’t drink so much, or you’ll get sick.”

Angela snatched the bottle and put it on the table, her heart seemed to be immersed in sulfuric acid instantly with a thousand holes, choking with pain.

“Do you know why, Angela?”

Greyson pounded his heart hard one at a time and choked out.

“Obviously Mom and Dad used to love you too, so how come they suddenly… changed into someone like this?”

Angela drew out a few tissues and wiped the wine and tears from his face, “You’ve been out for too long, go home now. Mom and Dad and my sister-in-law will be worried.”

“No, I am not going back!

I told the old man when I came out today, I would never go back to the Chante family again!”

Greyson was not good at drinking and his eyes were in a trance, “That home sucks, and I will never go back again!”

Angela sighed lightly, ”If you do not go back, what about your wife and the two children?

Brother, you’re an adult now; don’t be so capricious.”

“Aunt Adeline and Uncle Edward, they… burp… they can believe Jessica, the scheming bitch, why Mom and Dad… don’t believe…”

Before Greyson could finish his words, he slumped down on the table and let out a snore.

Angela got out of bed, enduring the pain in her leg, and carried him somewhat strenuously to the companion bed and covered him with a quilt.

With all the physical work she had done in prison and at the Dream Club, she had developed her arm strength.

She took a few tissues and wiped the tearstains from his face at Greyson’s murmurs, then stumbled out of the ward and stood by the hallway window, staring aimlessly into the distance.

The night was dark, like a lurking beast, and the jagged shadows of the trees became the beast’s limbs, lunging at her with fangs and claws.

“Standing out there with an injury and you don’t want your leg anymore?”

The slightly familiar cool voice came from behind, and Angela’s body stiffened instantly, as if she was in an ice cellar, limbs frozen.

She turned to James and said with her head bowed.

“Mr. James,”

Why was he here?

James hummed lightly, his careless gaze falling on her injured right leg, his brow frowning faintly without another sound.

His gaze was as substantial as the club that had once been there, hitting Angela’s leg inch by inch.

A thin layer of sweat rose on her nose, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the words “what are you doing here” were on the tip of her tongue for a long time, but not a single word came out.

She hated Danis, Jessica, and James.

However, with the latter, apart from hate, there was more fear, a fear that went deep into her marrow.

“If you don’t want your leg anymore, you can just tell me. There is no need to go to all that trouble.”

James withdrew his gaze and snorted lightly.

“No.”

Angela licked her dry lips, as sweats were sliding down along her cheeks, “It’s too stuffy in the ward. I just came out to open the window, and I’ll go inside now.”

She turned and walked to the ward, opened the window, and was about to open the door and enter when she paused.

The man behind her followed her and was now standing at the door of the ward as well.

“Is there something wrong…? Mr. James?”

Angela’s head bowed, her short, uneven hair hiding the scar at the end of her eyebrow, revealing only her small, pale face.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

James lowered his eyes to look at her hair vortex and was slightly stunned, “A little thirsty, I’ll go inside and have a drink.”

“I’m really sorry, but the supper was so salty that I drank the little hot water I had.”

Angela clutched the corner of her shirt slightly, her back already wet.

The Chante family had said before James that they had severed ties with her, but her brother was now lying in her ward.

She did not care what would happen to the Chante Group, but she did not want to get her brother involved.

James raised his eyebrows slightly and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Angela unwillingly looked into his deep, bottomless eyes, her body shaking slightly uncontrollably.

“Angela.”

He cupped her chin and suddenly moved closer.

His handsome face grew larger before her eyes, and she could even make out the tiny downy hairs on his face.

Her heart suddenly quickened, as if it was about to jump out of her chest, and she dared not to look at him again, lowering her eyes and taking a step back with her right foot, in order to put an distance between them.

However, James suddenly placed one hand on her, hoisting her to his heel.

Their bodies faced each other and eyes focused, yet they still could not hide the indifference in his eyes and the panic in hers.