Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

James was imposing, it seemed that his piercing eyes could see through everything.

Jessica was a little flurried. She stepped back unconsciously and said feebly, “Yes. Angela said she agreed to be with my brother as soon as he breaks up with Cathleen.”

James sneered with chill in his eyes.

He knew two years couldn’t change a man’s nature!

“James,”

Jessica felt sad thinking about the scene she saw, “Angela hooks up with my brother, and she’s trying to seduce you. She’s such a slut, who knows if she has any venereal disease. You’d better keep your distance away from her.”

The word “slut” made James’ eyes colder, “It’s none of your business who I should keep my distance.”

Jessica’s eyes reddened, “James, I was just worried about you, nothing more.”

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James looked at her coldly and remained silent.

“James, I really care about you.”

She bit her lips, speaking softly and helplessly.

“I know your intention better than anyone else.” James passed over her and went to the door with a glint of disgust in his eyes, “Don’t play your disgusting tricks on me.”

Suddenly Jessica’s face was drained of blood. She wanted to say more, but he had already strode away.

She held onto the crutches and looked down at her left leg that couldn’t walk, her pretty face twisted with pain, “James, I’ve done so much for you, why can’t you see that?”

Angela returned to her dorm and leaned against the door, her eyes vacant.

It took a moment before she seemed to remember something and wiped her bleeding lips fiercely.

While she was wiping her lips, her tears flew into her mouth tinged with blood of which the smell spread in her mouth, tasting bitter.

She sat on the floor for over ten minutes, and then dragged her sore body into bed.

She had no time for sadness and tears. After six hours of sleep, she had to go back to work.

But this night was not destined to be peaceful.

Angela laid down just for a few moments, and her stomach began to burn terribly.

“What’s wrong?” Julia pushed in the door and was shocked to see her pale face.

Angela opened her mouth and said, “Nothing, just a stomachache.” Her voice was a little hoarse due to the illness.

“If you have a stomachache, go and buy some medicine, you can’t just tough it out, can you?”

Julia pulled up her, “There’s a pharmacy nearby, I’ll go with you.”

“Thanks.”

They bought their medicine and were about to take a cab back but someone suddenly called out, “Angela?”

The voice was so familiar that Angela’s pupils constricted and her lips trembled.

“Angela, is that really you?” The handsome man who looked very similar to her came over and patted her on the shoulder with delight.

Angela opened her mouth slightly, trying to call his name, but it seemed that something stuck in her throat and she couldn’t get a word out.

“I’ll wait for you nearly.” Julia said.

Angela nodded.

“Why didn’t you come to me when you got out of prison?”

Greyson looked at her extremely skinny body with pain and guilt in his eyes

Back then, his family gave up Angela to protect themselves. He begged his family, but was locked up, and couldn’t help her at all but just watch her be sent to prison.

Angela gathered the hair around her ears, and her throat dried, “Didn’t have time.”

She wanted to sneak a look at her family and then killed herself, but she met James halfway.

A winter breeze was blowing, a little chilly, and she couldn’t help shrinking herself.

The next second, a suit covered her, “Why don’t you wear more since the weather is so cold? And what’s up with that outfit on you? As far as I remember, only cleaners wear this uniform? When did your taste get so bad?”

Angela looked down to hide the emotion in her eyes, “I’m a cleaner now, and this is my uniform.”

Greyson was stunned, looking at her incredulously.

The little princess he valued most, the sister who cared about nothing but making trouble, was working as a cleaner?