Desperate Lovers

Chapter 174What she had done wrong

"Come home?" Angela's face was gloomy ever since she saw her mother, "Where is my home? The

Chante family?" She snorted and said slowly, "That's your home, not mine."

Elva froze for a moment and said with slightly red eyes,

"Angela, are you still blaming me?

But you caused that car accident back then, after all. Your father only chose to treat you like that

because he was afraid that people would say our family was covering up for a murderer.

He had no choice but to do that!"

Angela tightened her lips and looked at her coldly in silence, her heart throbbing with pain.

No choice? That was funny!

"It is bad for you to work at a place like the Dream Club."

Angela’s indifference made Elva's heart hurt, "Angela, just come back with me. I'll ask your father to

arrange a position for you in the Chante group. Don't go to the Dream Club anymore."

She reached out to pull Angela.

Angela ducked her hand to the side and dodged her touch, and said coldly, "Are you done?"

Sadly, this was her biological mother, who claimed to do what was best for her, but she never believed

her, even once!

"Angela, you..."

Elva’s eyes turned red and she started weeping.

Angela used to have a hard time seeing her mother crying and would always feel heartbroken, but now

she just felt pitiful, ridiculous, and pathetic.

"Here is the tissue, Mrs. Chante." Roland took out a tissue and handed it to Elva.

Elva accepted the tissue and wiped her tears, "Thank you doctor."

“You are welcome.”

Roland secretly sighed; the mother and daughter were totally different, except for a few similarities in

looks.

Elva tried to persuade Angela to go home with her for a while longer, but none of her words worked.

She habitually asked for help from a bystander, "Doctor, do you think you can help me persuade my

daughter?

I had a hard time convincing her dad to agree to her coming home, but she just won't listen......"

She choked on a sob, "I just can't help it."

Angela frowned and was just about to tell her mother to leave, but before she could speak, Roland said

first, "Then I'll take the liberty to ask, do you wish Miss Angela well? Or do you want her to have a bad

time anyhow?"

Seeing that Roland was not helping her mother persuade her, Angela pursed her lips and stood quietly

on the side.

Elva was stunned, "Of course, I, as a mother, want my daughter to do well."

She wanted her husband, son, and daughter to all have good lives, but nobody understood her and

even blamed her in return. She did not know what she had done wrong.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing this, Angela laughed sarcastically with darkened eyes.

"If you wish Miss Angela to do well, then I suggest you not force Miss Angela to return to the Chante

family." Roland said sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Elva goggled in surprise, "Why did you say that?

Angela was in the hospital for resuscitation for several times after the release, because no one was

around to take care of her, so if she returns to Chante family ......"

"If she returns to the Chante family, with an irresolute mother like you and a cold-blooded father like

Lorenzo, she would be living a much sadder life than now."

Roland was smiling gently, but he talked without mercy.

Hearing this, Angela raised her head and indifferently added, “Your summary is very well."

Elva's face turned red by the words, then she opened her mouth, but unable to utter a single word.

She glanced at Roland, and then looked at Angela with eyes full of disbelief, disappointment, and pain.

"If you really want what is good for me, don't come back in the future. I will appreciate that."

Angela pointed coldly at the door, untouched by her tears, "The door is over there, take your time."

Elva wiped the tears off on her face, huffed and looked at Angela for a moment, but this time she chose

not to continue tangling on this matter, "Then you ...... then you take ...... a good rest, be sure ...... to

take care of yourself."

She pulled her lips, showed a forced smile, and then trotted out covering her mouth.

Roland looked at her back and asked Angela, "Don't you need to go and comfort her?"

"...... There is no need to."

Angela lowered her eyes to look at the silver needles on her leg and paused for a moment before she

answered.

Roland said yes, walked over and closed the door, and then he started to collect those needles, "You're

still young, so you are not afraid of breaking with your family. Would you regret it later though?"

"As Dr. Roland said, being with an irresolute mother and a cold-blooded father would only make my life

more miserable."

Angela said with an expressionless face.

Roland focused on the needles, "There is no regret about not being with your father, but your mother

......"

He put the needled away and looked at her, "It's not like she doesn't have love for you. She's really

thinking about you and caring for you."

Angela lowered her eyes, clenched the sheets, and did not respond.

Roland spotted her small gestures, chortled and continued to work on the needles, "Sorry for asking

this rude question."

"But she also really put my heart on the ground and stepped on it. She would rather trust others than

me."

Angela laughed to herself and said in a slightly raspy voice.

Hearing this, Roland sighed lightly.

At that moment, his phone vibrated, so he picked it up and looked at it, then said,

"Sorry, there's a patient that I need to take care of, I'll get someone else to come over for the needles."

"Please, Dr. Roland.”

Angela rubbed her brow, looking exhausted.

After a while, a female intern doctor came over, collected those needles, and left in a hurry.

The enclosed space of the ward and the strong smell of disinfectant was annoying Angela, so she got

out of bed and went out to stand by the hallway window for fresh air.

Because her right leg had just been treated with needles, so it felt sore and weak. She had to cling on

the wall to maintain the standing position.

“Angela? What a coincidence."

With the sounds of wheels pressing the ground, Jessica's voice raised behind Angela.

Angela turned back and saw Jessica sitting in her wheelchair looking at her with a smile, while Danis

was standing at the back of the wheelchair, looking at her as well.

Thinking about everything Jessica had done to her, she clenched her fists little by little.

Seeing this, Danis’s handsome face got gloomy as he blocked in front of Jessica and questioned

Angela, "What do you want to do?"

Angela felt disgusted just by looking at his righteous face, so she snorted coldly and moved her gaze

away, continuing to look at the view outside, ignoring the two.

She had always been a very realistic person. After knowing that James did not like Jessica and would

not back up these two siblings, she did not even bother to maintain the superficial courtesy in front of

them.

"Angela, this is how you treat the one you hurt?"

Her indifference offended Danis. It was her who did the wrong thing, but after two years, she did not

even have any intentions to repent!