Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 297

Just as Angela had finished breakfast and was getting her IV drip started by the doctor, she heard the sound of high heels clicking in the hallway.

The footsteps were hurried, clearly belonging to someone whose emotions were running high.

To her surprise, it was Elena, and behind her was a young woman wearing sunglasses and a mask.

Sensing something was off, Angela frowned.

"Ms. Carrey, why are you here uninvited again? Do you really think this hospital is your playground?" she said.

Elena took a deep breath. "Angela, considering you're still recovering, I won't stoop to your level. Where's your brother? Tell him to come here!"

Angela's expression darkened. "Should he come just because you say so? Who do you think you are?"

She had always been willing to scold and even discipline her inept but protective brother herself. However, no one had the right to pick on him arbitrarily, especially not Elena.

"Angela, your brother hurt my cousin deeply. He must come and apologize!" Elena's voice was particularly cold, sounding like she wanted to strangle Angela on the spot.

At that moment, the slender, average-height woman beside Elena removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of dazzling, beautiful eyes.

"Angela, right? Are you Zack's sister? Can you help me get in touch with him? I haven't seen him in two weeks. I really miss him."

Good grief—was that beautiful young lady none other than Amber? How had Zack managed to land such a gorgeous girlfriend?

No, scratch that—Amber was already his ex, which made this situation even more insane.

"Miss, he's not good enough for you—trust me," Angela said with sincere regret. "You're a college student from a good family, and you're absolutely stunning. My brother? He's basically a piece of trash. How could he ever be worthy of you?"

Zack might be somewhat handsome, but a little bit of good looks wasn't going to make him good enough to be with a college girl on the brink of becoming a full-fledged goddess.

At that moment, a nurse approached Zack, and the two lifted the pot together.

Instantly, Amber's expression darkened. She clenched her fists tightly and, through gritted teeth, spat, "Zack Graham! Do you have a death wish?"

Her tone was imposing and fierce, leaving Angela feeling utterly resigned.

Angela couldn't help but notice that Amber, though small, clearly had a fighter's build. When she got angry, the muscles in her arms were distinctly visible, hinting at a surprising reserve of strength.

Without warning, Amber strode over instantly.

Zack, who had been laughing and chatting with the nurse just moments ago, looked up and froze when he saw Amber. His normally handsome face went pale.

"Put it down! Put it down!" he shouted, hastily withdrawing his hands and bolting away like a mouse fleeing from a cat.