Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

“You think too much of her.” Roland was not amused.

Eleanor said, “Don’t you forget that she walked away from the kidnapping of Mr. James, and that she has been in a good position to take on the Harvey family recently. Do you really think we can afford to offend someone like that?”

“She’s on par with the Harvey family now, but only because someone is out to get the Harvey family and someone behind her is helping her. We’re not like the Harvey family, the mystery man who’s going after the Harvey family has no conflict of interest with us and won’t help Ela.”

So there is no need to be afraid of Ela at all.

When Eleanor thought about it, he was right. As long as their help in faking Angela’s death was not exposed, the mystery man would not deal with them; she was the one who thought too much of Ela.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Take good care of the patient.” Eleanor glanced over towards the ward and whispered, “Be careful, I’ll go first.”

Roland nodded and went back to the ward. He wasn’t sure if any of this would be useful to Angela, but he talked about it roughly anyway.

“If Roland is refusing to treat her husband because of me, there’s no need.” Angela said cryptically, “She has no bottom line, and you’d better not offend her.”

She hasn’t been in contact with Ela for long, but from the few times she’s been in contact with her so far, it seems that Ela is a vindictive and ruthless person.

“You don’t have to be psychologically stressed, I turned her down just because I didn’t want to treat such a morally corrupt person. And I’m a doctor, no one else is going to do anything to me because of a word she says.” Roland said.

It is true that the Roland family is similar to the Chante family, but Roland’s father was an expert in atomic bomb research and is a national priority.

Eleanor and Roland are both medical specialists, and people who have been sick for more or less their entire lives will generally only befriend such people and will not be easily offended.

Knowing that it wasn’t because of herself, Angela was under little psychological pressure and didn’t persuade further.

Besides, her mind was not on this piece.

“Is there something Miss. Angela wants to ask?” Roland saw her desire to talk and volunteered, “I can talk about anything as long as it doesn’t involve medical secrets.”

Angela licked her dry lips and, not holding back, asked, “James, and how are my brother and sister-in-law and the others?”

She and James were lovers and it was normal and expected that she would ask about her other half. But Roland couldn’t say why, something was inexplicably uncomfortable inside.

He pushed down the unspoken emotion and said, “They were all in a bad state after receiving the news of your death. mr. james fainted once because of you, that I also said.”

“As far as I know, the three of them haven’t even made a trip back so far, they haven’t even changed their clothes. There’s also gossip that Mr. James hasn’t even gone to the office and is now bent on getting revenge on you.”

Angela lowered her eyes, unable to say what she felt.

She had guessed her brother and sister-in-law’s reaction, but she just didn’t expect James’ reaction to be so strong.

She had always thought that, given his heart and ability, he would be angry and upset when he found out she was dead, but he would also have made careful plans to take out whoever was behind it.

The way he’s going, I’m afraid Ela and the others will take advantage of the situation.

“Changed your mind?” Roland asked.

Angela hesitated, but shook her head.

If something happened to either of them, she would be in this state too, but she really can’t let them know the truth ……

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Sick bay.

James took just a few glances at Jessica’s miserable life in prison before tossing the tablet aside and re-cuddling Angela’s ashes in his arms.

Thoughts, like weeds, spread unchecked and cannot be eliminated, but can only be allowed to grow.

Luna has started preparations for Angela’s funeral and Greyson is here with James.

“I used to think you were swindling people by saying you liked Angela, wronging you.” Greyson had never imagined that their Chante family would die with only him left and his dad a vegetable, and the loneliness, the depression, almost broke him.

He pushed a bottle of wine in front of James, then took another bottle and clinked it, holding it up to his mouth.

The white wine, spicy and mellow, which normally would have been enjoyable, is now only painful.

James carefully set the ashes aside, picked up the wine in silence and poured it into his mouth in the same manner as Greyson.

There was a fire in my throat, my gut and in my stomach, burning and uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to stop. Maybe getting drunk would make it better than it was.

“Do you think it’s because I’ve done so much fucking wrong that I’ve got this kind of retribution?” Greyson wiped the corner of his eye, “If old man had died, it wouldn’t have been so fucking hard!”

He lifted the bottle and took a hard swig.

James didn’t respond, just tilted his head and poured a small half bottle of wine into his belly.

He never knew he was a good person, even if he would become a ghost after death, and he was ready to go to hell. But why was it Angela who was in trouble?

Is this retribution for him?

“One got killed by Jessica, one got hit by a car and turned into a vegetable, and one was led to suicide …… How come no one fucking came to harm old me?”

“All her life my mother was afraid of offending this and that, she was careful all her life and in the end she got herself killed! My dad got what he deserved, but what about Angela? What did she do wrong?”

Greyson took a swig and, irritated or upset by the wine, tears streamed down his cheeks.

James still didn’t answer, just stared vacantly, taking a sip of his drink.

Yeah, what did Angela do wrong? Probably the wrongest thing was falling in love with him, hence the whole chain of events ……

Is it …… that if he hadn’t responded to her and forced her to stay with him, none of this would have happened?

Off to the side, the vibrating sound of mobile phones kept ringing, but neither of them bothered, just taking a sip of wine.

The smell of wine was strong and strong, but why was my head hurting and my face and body burning, but my mind was still so sober?

Bang!

The door was opened.

Howard Lee rushed in, freezing for a moment when he smelled the strong smell of alcohol in the ward, before anxiously walking over to the two men and grabbing the bottles out of their hands.

“Don’t move …… me …… my …… burp …… wine ……” With a bottle of white wine down, Greyson was long drunk and couldn’t tell the difference.

Howard Lee ignored him as a drunk and snatched his bottle before taking James’s away as well.

James was flushed and looked drunk, but didn’t make a scene when the bottle was taken away from him, just quietly hugged Angela’s ashes.

“Mr. James wait, I’m going to get you two something to sober up.” Howard Lee said to James, who was sitting on the floor, as he threw the two bottles into the bin.

He had no intention of gaining the consent of a drunken man and was ready to go when he finished.

But before he could get to the door, James called out, “No need to sober up, come back.”

By the sound of it, it seems to be very sober.

Howard Lee’s eyes flashed with surprise and he hurriedly walked up to him and said, “Mr. James you’re not drunk, are you?”