Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 129

"Angela! Is it you, Angela?" When Angela’s mind was fuzzy, she suddenly heard someone calling her.

She opened her eyes with all her strength and found Julia anxiously looking at her through the glass door.

When Julia saw her, she got more anxious and said, ''Angela, what's wrong with you? Don't be afraid, I will open the door for you!"

"Don't... cough... don't..." Angela wanted to say don’t open the door, but countless phlegm was piling up in her throat, and as soon as she spoke, she couldn't help but cough and couldn't even say the three words in full.

Julia was so panicked that her face was pale, she kept telling Angela not to be afraid, and picked up her phone to call Gabriela, “Gabriela, Angela was locked up on the rooftop, and now she’s dying... you... can you get the key ... here?"

She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do and tears were streaming down her face.

After getting Gabriela's affirmative answer, Julia hung up the phone, and wandered around bewilderedly, "Angela, don't be afraid, you'll be fine... There seems to be a fire apparatus around here, I'll go to look for it... Don't be afraid...take it easy..."

Maybe she was so nervous and scared that she was not talking logically.

Angela was breathing more sharply, and her heart beating quickly and she couldn't say a word but coughing continuously.

Her face was ashen and the bruise on her lip was a little thicker than before. She knew if she didn't go to the hospital now, she would definitely die in this place.

However, she wasn't afraid at all, and she even looked forward to it immensely, just like the time when she opened her arms to crash on the car.

Angela wasn't afraid of hell, nor was she worried about the existence of a heaven. She only prayed that Julia would find the fire apparatus later and take her to the hospital so that she could leave this world as she wished.

But in the end, she didn’t get what she wished for…

With a loud crash, The glass door of the rooftop was knocked open.

Julia got the fire extinguisher and without much effort, she broke the glass door.

She ignored the gash on her arm, and after a few more slams on the door with the fire extinguisher, she hurriedly dropped it and made her way through the shattered door to Angela.

"Angela, I've called 120, just hold on."

Julia wiped the tears running from her eyes, the blood on her hands glued her face, "Just hold on a little longer, you... you will be fine!"

Suppressing her desire to cough, Angela clutched at Julia's hand and begged.

"If you... Cough... you really treat me as a friend, just... cough... cough..."

She coughed violently for a while, spitting out bloody spit that was quickly washed away by the rain.

Julia's eyes were filled with panic, "Angela ...... Angela, you... you..."

"Just let me...just let me... leave this world." Angela tugging hard at her lip, she hissed, "Please... cough... please."

She had nothing left for this world, which only brought her sorrow and pain and her only wish was to leave this world.

Julia's lip was slightly open, and her body couldn't stop trembling under Angela's begging gaze.

Trembling her hands, she wiped the blood off the corner of Angela’s mouth, her eyes were full of pain.

"Please... cough cough!"

Angela clutched her hand, and under her eyes was an intensity of longing Julia had never seen before.

The tears on Julia's face flowed down together with the rain, her long hair clinging to her face where her makeup had been spent.

She choked as she looked away from the Angela.

"I'll... I'll call 120 and tell them not to... not to come."

A rippling smile spread in Angela’s eyes. The constant coughs made her impossible to say a word and she just smiled at her, waiting for her death.

Julia listened to her increasingly rapid breath, looked at her paler face and bruised lips, and she couldn't help asking.

"Angela... Angela, is there anything in this world... that wants you to... to live on?"