Desperate Lovers

Chapter 274 Then I Have Nothing to Say

Angela had planned to say "I see", but when the words rose to her throat, she bit it back, "After I was

released from prison, I've been avoiding the Smith family, but whether it is Jessica, Danis or Adeline,

they've always come to me, and I can't control that."

Silence.

Silence made the tension-ridden atmosphere even more depressive.

"Do you want me to stand up for you by saying that?" Lawson squinted at Angela and raised his voice.

"You took me wrong." Angela's palms were sweaty. "I was just telling the truth."

Lawson gave a sneer.

"I'm taking precautions by telling you that now." Angela licked her dry lips, her back wet. "In order to

stop me being engaged to James, Jessica even framed me up at the risk of her life."

"I wonder what crazy things she will do when Jessica knows that I'm pregnant with the Harvey baby.

The reason I told you that is because I want to reduce the likelihood of being on the receiving end of

your anger if I have a miscarriage."

Lawson didn't say anything, but stared at her with his piercing eyes.

James frowned inconspicuously and wanted to speak several times, but eventually said nothing after

sneaking a look at Lawson's face.

Being sized up by Lawson like this, Angela felt as if she was pinned under a mountain and couldn't

even raise her head, while her forehead kept perspiring.

"Don't worry," Lawson broke the silence and said with a sullen face, "They don't dare to do that!"

Finally, the huge rock hanging in Angela's heart fell to the ground all of a sudden. She felt as if she was

scooped out of water. "I appreciate it."

Lawson snorted hard and said implicitly, "You'd better give birth to a great-grandson for me when that

day comes. Don't tell me you have a miscarriage or a stillborn baby!"

"It was you who had the doctors check my body. If you still don't believe that I'm pregnant, then I have

nothing to say." Angela dropped her head, her pupils contracting, and her forehead, which just got dry,

started sweating again.

Lawson was very dissatisfied with Angela's attitude. He stared at her with a sullen face for a long time

before holding the teapot with boiling hot tea in it.

"If you don't want your great-grandson anymore, just smash it." Watching Lawson, James tapped his

fingers on the table twice.

Angela raised her head slightly, and saw Lawson's withered hand holding the handle of the teapot out

of the corner of her eye, while the teapot was already one centimeter away from the table. She grasped

her clothes and wanted to dodge subconsciously, but her physiological reaction was suppressed by her

reason.

Lawson had the typical dominant personality. He was a control freak, and didn't like anyone doing

anything out of his control.

"You two should be grateful to this baby!" Lawson smacked the teapot down on to the table and stared

coldly at the two on the sofa opposite him.

Angela loosened her grip on the clothes a little, but didn't let go. She was still tense.

"The baby can be affected by its mother's mood," James saw her slight movement, pursed his lips and

said, "Besides, Angela spent two years in prison, and her physical condition is not good. Grandpa, if

you want your great-grandson to be safe and sound, it's better to take care of her feelings."

Lawson smacked his hand down to the table, rose to his feet and shouted, "Do you really think that my

great-grandson can only be the one in Angela's womb?!"

"Since you have so many grandsons, naturally you'll have more than one great-grandson." James gave

a wry smile, "But you don't have much time left, and the one you can hold in your arms might only be

this one."

Angela heard that and her heart skipped a beat. In an instant, sweat burst out on her forehead, back

and palms.

To someone so powerful like Lawson, his biggest taboo was the mention of death, not to mention that

there was indeed not much time left for him!

As expected—

"What, did, you, say?" Eyes wide open, Lawson was gasping.

James kept his head down and remained silent.

"Kneel down!" Lawson covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently, his wrinkled face turning

pale immediately.

Lawson was covering his mouth tightly, but Angela sneaked a look at him and found that blood was

oozing through his fingers.

There was not much blood, but it was a signal of death.

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This time, James didn't talk back to Lawson again, but knelt down on the floor, his head lowered.

"Nathen, slap him!" Lawson roared with a grim face, "Don't stop without my order! Do you hear……

me?!" Lawson coughed while he spoke.

The baldheaded man answered yes and walked up to James. "Third Young Master, I'm sorry."

After that, he started to slap James ruthlessly.

Suddenly, only the noise of slaps could be heard in the spacious living room. One slap after another,

they sounded so clear.

It was after Lawson watched it for a while that he sat back on the sofa with a grim face, and went on

watching James being slapped.

Angela saw that James' cheeks became swollen very soon, and blood was streaming out of his mouth.

She pulled at her clothes on both sides, her mouth slightly open, and found it impossible to hide the

fear and panic in her eyes.

It was the 21st century now, when the world was ruled under democracy and law, but such violent and

tyrannic dictator like Lawson actually still existed!

Gabriela was right. Angela was really innocent. No, it wasn't innocent, but stupid!

Angela had grown up in this circle, but it was till today that she finally realized that she was living in a

bloody and cutthroat world! Anyone without strength and powerful background would be trampled on

like an ant!

Angela stared at James without blinking. It had been some time before Lawson finally asked the

baldheaded man to stop.

"Don't you think you can do whatever you want since your aunts favor you over the issue of president

selection," Lawson walked up to James and warned in a cold voice, "Even if I died, you couldn't beat

me with what you've got!"

James struggled to be on his knees and wiped off the blood at the corners of his mouth calmly, as if he

was not the one being slapped just now.

Lawson gave a heavy snort and left with Nathen.

"Sit here and hold on a second." Angela helped James on to the sofa and trotted upstairs. When she

almost got to the second floor, she stumbled and nearly tumbled down the stairs, but she went on

running upstairs without stopping.

James watched her back leaving and gave a faint smile, but the smile tore his wound open, and he

frowned out of pain.

After a while, Angela went downstairs with the medical box, and started to dress the wound for James

with a slight frown.

During the process, James stared at her without blinking. He looked at her eyes, her lips, her graceful

neck, and then from her neck to her lips and finally to her eyes, again and again.

"Have you watched enough?" James was in a trance. Angela was such a strong existence, simply too

strong to be ignored.