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!

“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!"