Chapter 232 Acting In Haste Is No Good


    "Please do your best, no matter how good or bad her condition is, Dr. Rnd. I will give you whatever


    you want within my abilities," said James.


    Staring at him, Rnd snorted, "Whatever President Harvey can get me, I can get it by myself."


    The two men looked into each other’s eyes, as if a war was going on.


    "Do I need to take an acupuncture treatment today?" Ang broke the silence.


    Rnd drew back his gaze, took a look at her leg and answered, "Acting in haste is no good, but you


    cane again the day after tomorrow."


    "OK. Thank you, Dr. Rnd," Ang said.


    She went out of the hospital silently with James. On their way out, James’ half soaked shirt had caught


    many people’s attention.


    In front of the hospital, the front of the Bentley was severely dented.


    Ang had a look at the car. The car paint was badly scraped off; besides, the headlight and rearview


    mirror were broken. She pressed her lips hard, wishing to say something but stopped.


    "Not this car. Move along." James reached out his hand to grab her and went ahead.


    His hand was hot, and there was a film of sweat on his palm.


    James covered Ang’s hand up with his. Ang struggled, but failed to break free from him, and just


    let him pull her along.


    Finally, the two stopped in front of a Lincoln limousine.


    The driver jumped off the car to open the door for them. Then he stood aside respectfully. Ang got


    into the car first and James followed her, sitting next to her.


    Denise was also in the car. Seeing what James was wearing, Denise raised her eyebrows slightly and


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    told the driver to get into the car, "To Bamboo Estate."


    "Yes, madam," the driver replied.


    The car started smoothly.


    Denise looked at Ang, staring at her face and asked with a frown, "Who did that?"


    "It doesn’t matter," answered Ang.


    With a frown, Denise touched Ang lightly on the cheek. "Besides your face, where else did you


    hurt?"


    "No," Ang answered, "I appreciate your concern, Auntie Denise."


    Ang intended to leave James by taking advantage of Lawson but failed, yet Denise cared so much


    about her. She was filled with mixed feelings.


    Denise let out a sigh, held Ang’s hand and said, "You don’t need to be so polite to me, Ang."


    Then she beat around the bush for a while before asking, "It’s said Lawson wanted to send you to the


    prison. Is that true?"


    "Yes, it’s true, but his n was messed up identally by Felix." Ang didn’t go into details, paused


    and went on, "But Lawson has pushed the thought to the back of his mind for now."


    Denise’s gaze fell upon Ang’s belly. After Denise stopped herself from speaking for several times,


    she asked, "Because of the baby in your womb?"


    Ang heard it, and her eyshes fluttered a little, while embarrassment shed across her eyes.


    Before she figured out whether she should tell the truth or not, someone’s phone vibrated.


    Denise picked up the phone and said hello.


    It was unknown what was said from the other end of the line, but her face darkened gradually. "What?


    Greyson went for Lawson for Ang?"


    Ang’s heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself. No! After she had got away from Lawson, she


    should have called her brother and told him she was safe!


    However, it was toote to say anything now.


    Ang stretched out her hand to James, whose mind was wandering. "May I use your phone?"


    James came to his sense and passed his phone to her quietly.


    Denise hung up, rubbed her forehead and told the driver, "Go back to the hospital."


    "OK." The driver turned the car around at once.


    Ang could remember her brother’s phone number. She called him three times, but was greeted with


    "Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is busy now. Please redialter."


    It seemed that Ang’s brother had blocked James’ number.


    Ang could only borrow the phone from Denise. This time, she got through, but Greyson didn’t


    answer the phone.


    The car didn’t go far away and arrived at the hospital soon.


    Ang opened the car door and got off the car in haste. Just as she was about to rush into the


    hospital, she was grabbed by James from behind, and pulled into his arms.


    Ang was engulfed by his smell. She frowned and said with displeasure, "You…"


    "You’re pregnant, and grandpa will doubt it if you run over like this." James whispered into her ear, with


    a hand covering her mouth.


    Her lips were pressed against his palm and they felt so soft. James rubbed his palm against her lips


    several times subconsciously.


    Ang’s whole body was stiffened. She shoved him away, straightened herself up, wiped her lips and


    walked into the hospital as quickly as possible.


    James raised his hand and took a look at his palm, showing an inconspicuous smile. Then he folded


    his palm, put his fist into the pocket and followed closely behind.


    Denise noticed each move of the two and breathed a sigh, showing a mixture of expressions on her


    face.


    There were many people waiting for the elevator at this moment.


    After waiting for nearly ten minutes, the three of them managed to get into the elevator. They were


    standing right at the door, and there was no more space for one more person.


    James let Ang stand by the buttons and put his arms around her in case she was touched by others.


    However, it was too crowded inside and his body was pushed from time to time. He looked sullen, but


    said nothing.


    The people standing behind him happened to know each other, and were gossiping at this moment.


    "That old calligrapher Lewis, do you know him? He just got married today, and the woman he married is


    just 20 years old, a few months younger than his granddaughter!"


    "How could I not know him? Today’s news is all about him and that girl called Timothy! And he is


    regarded as an old artist. In my opinion, he deserves the name of ''the old perv''!"


    "But they got married. It should be true love."


    "Even if it was true love, as an 80-year-old man, he’s still an old perv by falling in love with such a


    young girl! It’s so disgusting!"


    "I didn’t even dare to see their wedding picture. It’s sick… And the Lewis family imed to be honest


    and upright. Look at what they’ve done!"


    "Not to mention that old guy, that Timothy is not a decent woman either. She got pregnant before


    getting married. She’s nothing but a whore! Didn’t they say it in the news report? At the wedding party,


    Timothy’s ex-fiancé showed the sex tape of her and some other man…"


    Ding! The elevator stopped.


    Ang got off the elevator. Before the door closed, she heard those people were still talking about


    Timothy kicking Jessica at the wedding ceremony.


    "The news at the wedding has spread so fast. Did you ask someone to do that?" Denise asked James.


    Ang puckered her lips, cast a nce at James and then walked towards Lawson’s ward rapidly.


    "I’m not the only one who doesn’t like the Smith family and the Lewis family."


    James followed behind Ang. He had indeed arranged some journalists, but the news had already


    Denise mused, paused and then followed the two.


    Ang arrived at the door of Lawson’s ward. Besides her brother, her sister-inw and her parents


    were all there. The atmosphere was extremely awkward.