Desperate Lovers

Chapter 177 Why Not Be Together Again

Inside the ward.

As soon as James closed the door, he let go of Angela and stumbled over to the chair. His handsome

face was pale with rasping breath as he sat down.

Angela stood close to the door, watching expressionlessly as the blood dripped down his palm and fell

to the floor. When the red liquid soaked through his hospital gown little by little, he didn’t move or

speak.

Looking up at her, James's eyes darkened a bit.

He closed his lips slightly and pressed the emergency button on the front of the hospital bed.

A few moments later, Dr. Chandler arrived in a hurry with two nurses.

When he saw Angela looking well sitting on the hospital bed, Dr. Chandler's face turned annoyed. He

asked her with no patience,

"What's wrong with you again?"

"It's not her. It's me."

James covered his wound at the lower abdomen and said with a faint expression.

Angela was staying in the ward, so Dr. Chandler subconsciously thought that something had happened

to her. Only when James spoke at this moment did he realize that James' gown was stained with a lot

of blood, and there was a puddle of blood on the floor, which looked very shocking.

"Trauma?" Dr. Chandler asked.

James hummed, "It's been sewn, but it probably cracked open."

"Then why didn't you press the emergency button in your ward? One has pulmonary edema plus a leg

problem and the other suffers from trauma. Could the emergency doctors be the same? Can’t you be

serious?"

Dr. Chandler was very angry and scolded James.

James's lips were even pale at that point, but he continued to speak like a normal person, "Anyway, I

won’t die."

Dr. Chandler felt that he couldn’t be more annoyed today. He turned his head and yelled at the two

nurses behind him, "Call Dr. Ryan, and ask him to be here right now!"

The nurse responded and rushed to the phone.

Another doctor nearby looked at his phone and said to Dr. Chandler,

"Dr. Chandler, there's is something wrong with the patient in ward 612, and you need to come over."

"Then what are you still doing here? Go!" Dr. Chandler pushed up his glasses and walked away

hurriedly without looking at James and Angela.

After Dr. Chandler and the others left, Dr. Ryan arrived in a hurry.

He asked the nurse behind him to open the medicine box. He picked up the anesthetic but then put it

back. "Mr. Harvey, you...don’t use it, do you?"

"Yes."

James glanced at Angela but didn't know what she was thinking.

"It’s too painful and I can’t bear it."

It would be the reason to stay with her a little longer.

Dr. Ryan could only get out the anesthetic again, then asked James to take off his shirt and dealt with

his wounds.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Angela lifted her eyes and swept a glance at James. He had several

stitches at the lower abdomen, and the bloody scene at the moment looked hideous.

She frowned. She was not worried about his injuries, but about her brother.

The wound was so deep and serious, she wondered if James would make it difficult for her brother ... Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mr. Harvey, I remember I’ve already warned you that your wound is deep and serious, you should

have a rest in bed and not move around. Why didn't you listen to me? This cut on your hand must be

made by something sharp! Or else it won't hurt like this! And as for your wound on your abdomen, you

should be careful. If it tears, it might be life threatening!"

As the wound was about to be stitched up, Dr. Ryan rambled on.

James didn't make a sound, but glanced at Angela. When he saw her indifferent face, he felt painful in

his heart.

"Dr. Ryan, may I ask was there anyone at the door when you came over?"

Angela looked at Dr. Ryan and asked. James' gaze that swept over every now and then made her feel

uncomfortable.

Dr. Ryan replied, "There are always people in the hospital corridor. What kind of people do you refer

to?"

"Is there a woman in a wheelchair?" asked Angela.

Dr. Ryan shook his head. "I didn't see her."

Angela said thanks and stood up straight away, holding onto the wall and left with some difficulty.

"Where are you going?" James asked with a frown.

Angela glanced back at him and continued walking out. "I said casually that we are together, and you

don't take it seriously, do you?"

Since the two were talking about an unpleasant personal matter, Dr. Ryan and the two nurses were a

little embarrassed.

"Stay here with me, and I will forgive your brother for stabbing me," said James.

Angela had already reached the door, but when she heard his words, she paused for a moment, and

then returned to the hospital bed with an unhappy face, holding on to the wall and the chair.

In front of James, she could hardly fight back.

The atmosphere in the ward was depressing and stagnant.

When the wound was treated, Dr. Ryan gave some instructions on precautions and then left in a hurry

with two nurses.

Toot--

Toot--

When the door closed, the phone vibrated.

Angela glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone.

Julia's voice came from over there, "Are you still in the same ward?

I've made some soup for you."

"Yep."

Angela hung up the phone. It was better to have Julia around than to stay with James by herself.

Four or five minutes later, Julia knocked on the door and walked in. She called out to Angela, eager to

say something. But when she saw James lying on the other side of the bed, she swallowed all the

words that came to her throat.

"Hello, Mr. Harvey." Julia greeted him cautiously.

James replied with a nod.

Then the ward fell into silence again. The air seemed to freeze into ice little by little, making it

exceptionally difficult to breathe or move.

"Michael keeps coming back to me for making up, and I'm just avoiding him these days. I am sorry for

not coming earlier. Please don't blame me."

The over-quiet environment made Julia's body cells tighten together, and she had to broke the silence

in a small voice.

“Not at all."

Angela paused for a moment, trying to ignore James lying on the side. "You ... still want to be with

him?"

If she really didn't have love for that man, just let a few security guards at Dream Club drive Michael

away. There was no need to hide around.

Julia laughed to herself, then moved closer to Angela and said in a very low voice,

"Maybe I'm a bitch. I still can't get over him. But getting back together is impossible, not in my lifetime."

"If you can't get over him, why don't you make up with him?"

James couldn't move his body, but he could talk.

Julia was startled by his sudden question, and only after a long time did she answer with a trembling

voice,

"He's done so many things to hurt me, so I ... I don't want to stay with him anymore."

"Won’t you be heartbroken when you don’t get back together, but still have him in your mind?"

James was asking Julia, but was looking at Angela.

Julia didn't quite feel like it was really asking her, so she didn't answer and looked at Angela as he

did.