Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 134

"Don't worry about it, except for ......"

Luna wanted to say James, but glancing at Denise beside her, she swallowed the name that had reached her mouth, "The ones who plotted against you, your brother and I can't let go of any of them."

She reassured Angela and hurriedly went after Greyson.

Julia walked over and closed the door. Before standing restrainedly to the side, she sneaked a glance towards Angela or Denise every now and then.

"You've had a hard time getting wet and tossing about with me all night, thank you."

Angela said to Julia.

"Go back and rest, don’t make yourself sick." Julia was really too tired. Since Angela was out of danger now, she didn't push it any further and went back.

Denise looked at Angela with caring and guilt, "Hungry?

Do you want something to eat?"

"No need for that, auntie." Angela said, "I'm not hungry."

Denise sighed, intending to say something but said nothing.

"What James did is none of your business, and you don't have to feel ashamed or anything because of those things."

Angela's voice was soft, and after saying this, she covered her mouth and coughed.

Seeing this, Denise's face changed greatly, she pulled her hand and asked,

“Are you okay? Is it a recurrence of pulmonary edema? I'll get the doctor!"

She spoke sharply and flustered, and stood up immediately when she finished.

“It is not necessary."

Angela took her arm, rubbed the throat of herself, and said faintly.

"It's just a little tickle in my throat, not a recurrence of pulmonary edema."

Only then did the blood return to Denise's face. She sat down and opened her mouth several times before asking, "When did you get pulmonary edema? Why didn’t I hear of it?"

"I caught it in prison. Don't worry, it won't kill me." Angela spoke in an indifferent voice.

But the more indifferent she was, the more uncomfortable Denise's heart became, "Angela-"

There was only a word, but nothing more.

"Didn't I tell you that what Mr. James did was none of your business?" Angela looked at her and laughed. "James is your son, so even if you take his side, I can understand."

She paused for a moment and said with a slight bitterness and sarcasm.

"Besides, you've done a lot, more than what Lorenzo or his wife has done for me."

Denise sighed and comforted her, "Don't be too sad. Your mother is just used to listening to your father. In fact, she still takes you as her daughter in her heart."

“Well.” Angela sneered, "So what if she has me as her daughter in her heart, as long as Boss Lorenzo is around for a day, she will unconditionally stand on his side."

She licked her dry lips and added the second half of her sentence, "Even if Boss Lorenzo wants me dead."

VIP ward was very spacious, but Denise at this time was like being in a small cage less than one meter long, wide and high, cramped, and depressing.

She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"Auntie, please go back and rest. I want to rest for a while too."

Angela broke the silence as she moved her arms and murmured.

"Too tired......" Denise felt that the cage confined her got smaller again, and she couldn't even move now, "Huh? OK, then take your rest."

She didn't even know what expression she left the ward with.

"Madam, let the youngsters toss themselves about, don't worry about them." After exiting the ward, the maid advised.