Desperate Lovers

Chapter 35 What a Shame

"If anything happens to Greyson, I'll never let you go!"

The veins on Lorenzo's forehead were popping up, "Two years ago, I told you that you had anything to

do with the Chante Family any more.

Why do you still get Greyson into trouble?

Do you want to get him killed?"

"Can blood ties be severed completely?"

Angela wiped the corner of her mouth before realizing it was bleeding, the taste of blood spreading in

her mouth, "you should have killed me in the first place."

She thought her Dad would show some care toward her when he found out about the incident. It

seemed that she was overestimating herself.

Lorenzo was gasping and fierce, he yelled in a low voice in order not to attract attention, "Greyson's

been so nice to you, if you had any conscience, you'd stop getting him involved!"

Hearing the words, Angela clutched the corner of her coat and force the tears back to her eyes.

Had it not been for the Chante Family, she would have died and freed herself from such pain and

humiliation.

But from her Dad’s perspective, she was just a burden!

“If you want money from Greyson, I can give it you."

After all, she was the daughter he had once loved, so Lorenzo could not bear to see her like this.

He opened his briefcase and signed a check for Angela, "Here's $300K. Give your bank account to my

secretary, he will give you another $200K. You are not allowed to see anyone from the Chante family

again."

"Three hundred thousand?"

Angela took the check, took a glance at the digits on it and smiled, "It is almost my salary for six years."

Lorenzo put his pen in his briefcase and said,

"As long as you do not show up in front of us, it is enough for the rest of your life.

I'll let you go even though you ruined my cooperation today, but don't ever show up in front of me

again..."

Sssss!

Angela smiled at him, tore up the check and threw it to his face, "Cooperation?

What cooperation?

A cooperation with James?"

"You--"

Lorenzo was extremely furious. But he was interruptted by Angela when he was to say something.

Angela smiled coldly, "James doesn’t want to cooperate with you, but why do you blame me?

Because I hurt James's beloved woman and he hates me?"

She laughed sadly, “All of you believe I hit Jessica, why don’t you believe I was wrongly accused?

Just because Jessica is gentle and generous and I'm just rich but stupid?

Well

You feel hurt. What about me?

Who cares about me?"

She was so confused that she didn't even know what she was saying. She only knew that something

inside troubled her for too long and she was overwhelmed.

Why did everyone blame her?

Why did everyone say she was a criminal?

What did she do wrong?

She did nothing but got her leg broken by the man she loved most and was thrown in jail for two years.

She was forced to work and live in the Dream Club with shame. Wasn't she the one who suffered the

most?

Angela had been an asshole before, but she had never been such a stupid asshole even in front of

Lorenzo.

His face was red with anger. He covered his chest, like he was unable to breathe.

Seeing this, Angela wanted to leave him alone, so that he could feel what it was like to be abandoned

by his family.

But just because she was too aware of the desperation of being abandoned by a loved one, she

couldn't do the same.

"Where's the medicine?"

Angela supressed the emotions that were swirling in her mind and walked up to Lorenzo and asked.

Lorenzo was having a heart attack and every breath was heavy, but even so, he said.

"No... don't bother!"

"In the briefcase, as usual?"

Ignoring his rejection, Angela grabbed his briefcase, looked for the medicine, and fed him.

The bottle was small, and it was actually easier to put it into his pocket.

But he thought the suit would get wrinkles and affect his image, so he put it in his briefcase.

It took Lorenzo a while to recover his consciousness, but he still treated Angela coldly.

"It was you who turned up in front of me today. I'm not the one to be blamed.

I won't go to you in the future, as long as you don't come up to me."

Not wanting to humiliate herself here, Angela said, then left.

They probably made too much noise in the stairwell. Thus, when she went out, she found several

people gathering at the stairs, stretching their necks to look inside.

Seeing her out, they looked at the clear marks on her face, smiled embarrassingly, and left.

Lorenzo came out quickly as well, but without even looking at Angela, he went to the elevator.

Unfortunately, when the elevator doors opened, Jessica came out sitting in her wheelchair, “Uncle

Lorenzo, what a coincidence."

“What a coincidence."

Lorenzo had a kind smile on his face, "I happen to get some tonic recently, I can send them to you

when it is convenient for you.”

"Then thank you, Uncle Lorenzo."

Jessica glanced at Angela and smiled wistfully.

"But Angela just got out of the hospital and wasn't feeling well either, so do you think it would be better

to send them to her?"

"She hurt your leg, and she doesn’t deserve them."

Lorenzo restrained the smile from his face and frowned.

"I'll send those tonic over to you, I have to deal with some businesses in my company, so I'll go."

He passed her and got into the elevator.

"Angela is working right here, won't you see her before you go?"

Jessica asked with an innocent look on her face.

Lorenzo just pressed the door button and pretended not to hear her question.

Jessica watched the elevator doors close slowly and curled her lips, turning her wheelchair toward

Angela and complaining.

"Lorenzo is quite a nice man, why is he so indifferent to you?

I've said I don't blame you, but Lorenzo is still...."

"Here are only us two, Miss Jessica does not need to stage a show."

Angela looked at her with cold eyes, feeling that she had been foolish enough to take such a bad

woman as her best friend.

"What show?"

Jessica sighed in frustration.

"Angela, even though you hurt me, I really don't blame......"

Angela interrupted her directly, "We both know what the truth was. Don’t you feel disgusted when you

are acting in such a dishonorable way?"

“What do we know?"

Jessica spoke out these four words slowly, laughing NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Jessica’s smile was kind of uncanny, which seemed like she was mocking Angela, but which also

seemed like she was satisfactory with it. Angela felt awkward and uncomfortable, "Is there anything

else you want to say, Miss Jessica?

If there's nothing else, I'll go."

"I'm here to give you some medicine."

Jessica took out a tube of ointment, "I remember you have bruises on your legs. You can try this. I don't

know if this will subsidy the swelling on your face."

Angela looked down at the ointment and didn't take it, Jessica sent it so 'kindly' that she wouldn't dare

to use.

"Don't get me wrong, just take it."

Jessica gave the ointment to Angela, glancing at the slap marks on her face, and said worriedly:

"Who did this to you?

The hand shape looked like a man's."

She seemed to think of something and suddenly covered her mouth in surprise.

"Shou...should it be your father?

He would even worry about the children left behind in the mountain ares when they could not go to

school, so how could such a nice man beat his own daughter so hard?"