Desperate Lovers

Chapter 26 Might He Care About Her Injury?

"You guys are so opinionated, why don't you be the manager?"

Gabriela lifted her brimming eyes and swept over the crowd with a smile.

The crowd was silent, keeping their heads down and not daring to speak again.

Gabriela's gaze fell on Timothy's bleeding face, and looked at Angela, “You hurt her like this, how about

I fine your salary for three months to pay for her medical expenses? Do you have any comment?"

"No."

Angela hung her eyes, and her hands were sweating. She wished there was more to the punishment

than just three months' salary.

“The punishment is just a three-month salary?"

Timothy stopped crying and shouted, "Gabriela, I'm not convinced!

It's unfair to simply dock her salaryfor beating me up like this, I want......."

"What do you want?"

Gabriela interrupted her with a smile.

As if being strangled by someone, Timothy blushed and remained silent for a long time.

Blood was running down her head, horrific and somewhat ridiculous.

"Come two people to take Timothy to the hospital, everyone else leaves as soon as possible."

Gabriela said with a smile.

The onlookers pushed each other, two women reluctantly stepped forward to accompany Timothy to

the hospital, while the rest went back to their dormitories.

Gabriela crossed Angela and walked into the dorm, laughing at the blood on the floor, "What a good

fight!"

Angela's heart thudded and her hands clutched at her shirt and quickly released, "... Hmmm."

"Tell me, why did you hit her?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gabriela raised a willowy eyebrow and continued without waiting for her Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

answer,

"Forget it, never mind, I'm not interested in hearing it."

She pulled two tubes of ointment out of her bag and tossed them to Angela.

Angela caught them and read the instructions. They were for bruises and other trauma treatments.

She took the ointments and hesitated several times before asking.

"Did you give these to me?"

“Yes, of course."

Gabriela stretched her arms, with one hand holding her chin, and asked her with a smirk, “Who else do

you think?

Mr. Harvey?"

"No... no."

Angela's face was hot, short and wretched, "Thank you Gabriela, how much is the medicine, I'll pay

you."

Gabriela was James employee, and she thought these ointments were his idea...... She was so

devilishly confused, he wanted to compensate Jessica's hurt with her life, so how could he care about

her injuries?

“Not necessary, they do not cost much."

Gabriela stood up, avoiding the blood on the floor, and went out of the room.

Angela, dragging her leaden legs behind her, suddenly whispered.

"Can I ask you a question, Miss Gabriela?"

Gabriela stopped and turned, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Did Mr. Harvey say when I could leave here?"

Angela licked her dry lips, and for the first time a small glow appeared in her eyes, which were always

tired and aged.

"No."

Gabriela flicked her hair behind her ears in a seductive manner, "Mr. Harvey probably hasn't thought

about that yet."

He hadn't thought about that. Did that mean she had to stay here for the rest of her life?

The fire in Angela's eyes went out. She stood under the bright light, but she couldn't see what was

waiting for her in the future.

Her life was grey everywhere, and no matter where she went, she ended up standing on the edge of a

cliff, only able to look into the abyss.

"Whew-"

Angela shuddered and took a deep breath, wiping away the tears that had somehow escaped from the

corners of her eyes, and went back to her dormitory, disoriented.

A week blinked by.

Timothy was in the hospital, and others didn't dare to talk about Angelae anymore because they had

seen her fierce behaviour.

But there was still so much work, and she was exhausted from cleaning two floors by herself every day.

Even one day off was a luxury.

In the corridor.

"Could you please be careful when you are mopping the floor?"

The man looked disgusted, "You made my shoes dirty!"

"I'm sorry. I will get a fresh towel and wipe them for you, okay?"

Angela's mop didn't even touch his shoes, but she still apologized.

Explanation would only bring her trouble, she was tired every day and really didn't have the strength to

deal with the trouble.

"Forget it!"

The man didn't look good.

"Be more discerning from now on, you can't afford my shoes, okay?"

“Okay, be cautious of the wet floor."

Angela stood with a mop and waited for the man to pass before turning to Julia, who arrived just now,

"Looking for me?"

“Gabriela wants to see you."

Julia frowned as she walked away.

"That man’s entire outfit only worthed 8K dollars, and he's not a rich man, so you don't need to make

an apology."

Angela smiled and didn't make a sound.

She didn't even mind, and Julia didn't say another word, taking her to the manager office and left.

Angela knocked on the door and waited for an answer before getting in.

Seeing the people inside, she blanched and bowed, saying.

"Mr. Harvey, Gabriela."

James sat on the couch in the back light, unable to see his appearance.

His straight legs were folded over each other, the cigarette between his fingers bright and fading, just

as they had been two years ago when he'd broken her leg with a club.

This was the man she'd woken up sweating in countless midnight nightmares, and she didn't have the

courage to even look at him.

"You come here pretty fast."

Gabriela steeped the tea and placed it on the table with a smile.

"How's Timothy?

Can she get out of the hospital?"

"I don't know, I didn't go to visit her."

Angela's nose was covered by a fine sweat and her fingertips couldn't stop trembling.

Did James punish her in the past week?

Will he put her in jail, as he did two years ago?

She couldn't stop blinking her eyelashes, her throat went dry, and fear overwhelmed her completely.

She should have put up with it, she shouldn't have beaten Timothy...

"I'm just asking, why are you so nervous?"

Gabriela's soulful eyes picked up slightly and handed her a cup of tea with a smile, "Have a cup of tea

and relax, I'm not going to eat you."

The faint smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the office and James didn't say a word, but his scent

was everywhere, making Angela extremely nervous.

She took the cup with both hands and didn't even have time to say thank you before James suddenly

glanced at her.

Crap!

The teacup fell to the floor and shattered.

"I'm sorry…"

Angela's face was bloodless and she crouched down to pick up the pieces on the floor.

Becuase she didn't pay any attention, the shards cut her hand and blood seeped out.

She continued to pick up the pieces on the floor as if she had no feelings.

"You can't even hold a cup of tea, do you think you're still the princess in the Chante Family?

Hmm?”

James got up and walked over to her, his gaze falling on her bleeding hand, a chill flowing in his eyes.

It was the hand that hurts, but Angela felt her heart was bleeding.

She hung her head and whispered.

"Sorry."

She looked so downcast and obedient that James was somehow more irritated. He frowned, instructing

Gabriela, "Help her to bind up the wound. I don't want anyone to think that I'm abusing my staff."