Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 138

James furrowed unconsciously, glancing at Angela. His gaze paused on her dry, cracked lips for a moment before withdrawing and he opened the door to go out.

Julia went over and closed the door, the restraint in her expression faded a little, and sat down on a side seat.

"I made some chicken soup and millet porridge, which one do you want?"

Denise asked, pointing at the two thermos buckets on the table.

Angela wanted to say that she didn't have much appetite and didn't want to eat at all. But when she met Denise's eyes, she changed the words that were on her lips, "I will take the millet porridge."

Hearing this, Julia immediately stood up, went over and served a bowl of millet porridge and brought it to Angela.

Angela really didn't have any appetite. She took a spoon and scooped up some porridge, put it close to her mouth, blew on it, and took a small sip, "How long have you been here?"

"Not long." Denise smiled and said,

"Is it hot?" Angela said just right, bowing her head to eat the porridge.

"Angela--" Denise called out to her.

Angela put down her spoon and looked up at her, "Hmm?"

Denise swept in Julia's direction, and her lips opened without making a sound.

"I'm going to get some fruit." Julia said and went out.

The moment the door closed and there were only two people left in the ward, Denise said,

"Your mother had a fight with your father over you, and the two are in the middle of a divorce. If they had been agreed on the distribution of property, they might have gotten the divorce papers today."

Angela's hand shook slightly, the bowl in her hand nearly dropped to the floor. After a moment of froze, she let out a low moan and continued to eat the porridge.

She don't know if it was because she was recovering from a serious illness or something else, the supposedly sweet millet porridge tasted nothing in her mouth, and she even tasted a bit of bitterness.

Denise looked at her and sighed, "Disagreement on the distribution of properties?"

Angela swallowed the millet porridge and looked up at Denise.

Denise said "Your mother asked for two-eight, she got two, your father eight, your father......"

She laughed meaningfully, vaguely sarcastic, "Your father told your mother to leave penniless, saying that the money had nothing to do with her in any way."

In fact, Elva was from a rich family and Lorenzo was just a poor boy.

The two met in college and wanted to get married after graduation.

Elva's parents disapproved of their marriage, but since Elva was pregnant and insisted on marrying Lorenzo, the old couple agreed.

They had only one daughter, Elva. Two years after her marriage to Lorenzo, the old couple died in a car accident, and the company was handed over to Lorenzo, renamed Chante Group a few years ago.

“Well.” Angela sneered, took out a spoon, picked up the bowl, and drank half a bowl of millet porridge.

Denise took the bowl and said.

"Don't drink it if you can't finish it." Then she put the bowl on the table.

Angela sat on the hospital bed with her eyes downcast, a grain of rice at the corner of her mouth, her eyes obscure, her hands clutching tightly to the quilt.

“What is on your mind now?” Denise took a tissue and wiped the rice grains off the corner of her mouth.

“What?" Angela lifted her eyes and tugged at her lips, "No matter what it's for, the two of them can't be separated."

Her dad was so desperate to main his reputation that he would never divorce her mom with his reputation ruined.

As for her mom...... her mom was so used to relying on her dad that her mom would forgive her dad if he gave in a little.

"It depends. Your mom is divorcing your dad over you this time, that didn't occur to you, did it?"

Denise took her hand and said in all sincerity, "Children are the flesh that falls off their mother's body, how a mother can see her child suffer?"

Angela tightened her lips and didn't make a sound.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Denise said. "Come in."

Julia smiled as she walked in and placed the fruit on the table.

“Once aged, my body just can't compete with you youngsters."

Denise laughed, letting go of Angela and stood up, "Just such an small incident last night, I still haven't gotten over it yet. I have to rest for a while."