Desperate Lovers

Chapter 162 You Can Never Beat a Businessman.

James didn’t pay attention to Roland and looked at Angela for a second before the doctor and the

nurses took her out of the ward and soon disappeared in his sight.

"Don’t be offended. But I heard that you refused Angela some days ago. Why did you just..."

Roland did not finish his words but he had expressed clearly by bending down to pick up the split gown

on the floor.

James took over the pieces of clothes from Roland. He was not gonna explain. Instead, he took two

steps to the left to avoid Roland and went out of the ward.

But Roland followed him and stood in his way.

"Excuse me, Dr. Roland."

James said politely, but his eyes were filled with anger.

"I could. But I won’t."

"I have no idea what you will do at the emergency room considering what you have done to Angela."

snickered Roland with his shallow dimples.

James glanced at him with a cold look.

"You'd better listen to me if you want me to cure Angela’s leg, Mr. James." said Roland, pointing to the

chair,

"Stay here. After all, you are of no help in the emergency room. You are more of a hindrance than of a

help."

James swallowed and looked at the direction where Angela had left. He stretched his fingers and

decided to stay in the ward.

He didn't sit down but looked at Roland and said,

"It seems that Angela means more than a patient to you Dr. Roland."

"Well, don’t doubt it."

Roland’s dimples were deep when he became serious, ''After all, Auntie Susan asked me to take good

care of Angela, especially when Mr. James was around.

If anything happens to Angela, Auntie Susan will not let me get away with it."

"That’s it?" James doubted it.

Roland retorted raising his eyebrows,

“What else could it be?"

The atmosphere was depressed in the ward.

James moved his eyes from Roland and walked out of the ward with the torn hospital gown in his hand.

Roland frowned and stopped James again with a serious tone,

"Mr. James, don’t you worry that I may not continue to cure Angela’s leg if you don’t listen to me and

insist on going out?"

James glanced at him indifferently. Then he frowned and got hold of Roland’s shoulder, and threw

Roland onto the floor.

Roland slowly rose from the floor and sat there rubbing his aching body. Then he snickered,"It seems Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

that you don’t care that much about Angela's leg, Mr. James."

"Auntie Susan will not let you get away with it, if you don't cure Angela's leg."

James reached out to help him stand up from the floor.

Roland patted on his painful butt and forced a smile. "In terms of plotting, a doctor can never beat a

businessman." said Roland. The conversation kind of eased the situation.

He looked at James and continued,

"But if you really want to do Angela some good, you’d better not go. It won’t do her any good if she gets

too emotional."

“Thanks.”

James said concisely without looking at Roland and walked out of the ward carrying the torn hospital

gown in his hand.

Looking at James’ back, Roland rubbed his shoulder that hurt from the fall and sighed. He finally

decided to follow him at the thought of what Auntie Susan had told him again and again.

There were seats outside the emergency room, so Roland sat down when he arrived. But James kept

standing uptight, his eyes gloomy. He looked kind of miserable pondering on something.

Flop! Pop! Flop! Pop!

Suddenly came the bumping sound of footsteps, which was kind of weird.

James kept staring at the door of the emergency room without moving, while Roland turned around to

find a handsome young man who kind of resembled Angela hopping with his one foot in a slipper

towards the emergency room. He was also dressed in a hospital gown with one of his shoulders and

hands plastered.

And behind him was a woman running after him, shouting, "Greyson, can’t you just slow down? Don’t

you care about your own leg?"

"Hurry up! Just now the nurse said Angela was sent to the emergency room again because she was

irritated by some baster. Fuck!"

Greyson hopped so fast that he fell onto the ground with the crutches under his armpits.

James turned around when he heard the noise. He came up to Greyson, frowning and reached out to

help him.

"Bah!" Greyson rejected James’ help with disdain and looked away from him, shouting to Luna behind

him, “You can’t even run as fast as a cripple!"

Luna ran up and said to James without too much respect,

"Don't bother, Mr. James! Thanks."

She tried to help Greyson to stand up but failed, and then she shouted,

"You should go on a diet after you are discharged from the hospital!"

"If anything happens to Angela, I should just die here in the hospital. Why bother to go on a diet?"

Greyson said staring at James with a hatred look.

Luna looked gloomy without saying anything and continued to help Greyson up from the floor with

difficulty.

James swallowed and didn’t insist. Instead, he turned back to the emergency room and stared at the

door.

"Greyson, you’d better go back and rest, considering that you are seriously injured."

Roland came up to help them. Finally Greyson got to stand up without being hurt.

"Thank you, Doctor." said Luna.

As a doctor, what Roland disliked the most was people who didn’t care about their own health, so he

really didn’t want to talk to Greyson and his wife Luna, "Not at all. I'm just worried that if anything goes

wrong with Greyson, it will cause troubles to his attending physician."

Greyson was too worried about Angela that he had no time to fight. Otherwise, he would definitely pick

on Roland as always.

He hopped up to James with difficulty and stared at him, and suddenly, Greyson knelt down in front of

James with his back straight, "James, I’ve never begged anyone in my life, but I'm begging you now.

Please let go of Angela!"

James kind of frowned and bent down to hold Greyson on his arms that was not injured.

He could have easily lifted Greyson up as usual. But James didn’t dare to lift him with force considering

his hand was plastered. They were it a stalemate as Greyson knelt down with determination.

Greyson knelt on the ground with helpless expression, "Like everyone else says, I'm just a fucking

good-for-nothing who can do nothing but muck around. I have no idea what you smart people are

thinking about!"

"But everyone only gets to live once in this world. And James, don’t you know how many times Angela

had almost died just because of you?

Even if she had done anything wrong to upset you, shouldn’t it be called even now. Huh?"