Chapter 235 Check if Ang…
James frowned slightly, making no noise.
"Then, can you tell me if Ang is really pregnant?" Denise rubbed her forehead, asking.
James looked down. "It’s true."
"Well," Denise gave an iprehensible sigh and said after a long pause, "If there’s anything you
can’t deal with, don’t push yourself too hard."
James replied with a faint "Hmm", got up and said, "I’m leaving now."
"To find Ang?" asked Denise.
James nodded, pushed open the car door and got off the car.
Denise watched James walking away with aplex expression on her face. She picked up the phone
and made a call, "Go to the hospital and check if Ang…"
Denise stopped halfway. It was not until the person on the other end of the line called her several times
that she struggled and said, "Forget it."
Then Denise hung up.
In the vi of the Chante family.
Two years had passed. Apart from the change of some small ornaments in the vi, there was no other
change.
However, Ang felt no sense of belonging at all whening to the ce where she had spent 18
years.
Ang sat on the edge of the sofa in the living room, staring indifferently at the new servant putting the
fruit, tea and pastries on the table.
"Ang, the kiwi fruit is so fresh, and tastes great. I remember you like kiwi fruit a lot. Have a taste of
it!" Elva pushed the fruit te towards Ang reservedly.
Ang nced at the fruit, picked up one piece and put it into her mouth under Elva’s eager gaze.
"Thank you."
Seeing that Ang actually ate the fruit, Elva was beaming with pleasure, but when she heard "thank
you", that pleasure turned into bitterness.
"Ang is back. Why are you crying?" Lorenzo asked with a frown.
"What else for?" Elva took out the handkerchief, wiped the tears away and roared to him, "When you
see the Harvey family is kind to Ang, you get close to her; when you see the Harvey family is harsh
on her, you disown her!"
"Lorenzo Chante, howe I hadn’t realized you are so disgusting?"
The new servant stood aside, stealing a few nces at Lorenzo.
Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, Lorenzo said, blushing, "What did I just say? Why are you acting
like a psycho recently? You lose your temper before saying anything!"
"You said I’m like a psycho? Then who has turned me into… into who I am now?" Elva flung the
handkerchief long soaked with tears on to the table, stood up and questioned him.
Lorenzo had long used to the submissiveness she had shown in thest 20 years. Now he was roared
at by her, and his face turned pale and red at the same time. He gasped, "You… Cough… You…"
Lorenzo held his neck with his hands, his face turning green.
Seeing that, Elva stopped yelling at him. She took the medication to him and told the servant aside,
"Go and get a ss of water!"
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Ang watched the farce with cold eyes, mockery glinting inside.
Ang snorted, got up and said to Greyson, "Greyson, I want to talk to you, in private!"
"What? OK, OK!" Greyson turned the wheelchair behind her.
Seeing that, Elva massaged Lorenzo’s back immediately and rushed over, wanting to follow them.
Ang paused, turned to her and said tly, "I want to talk with my brother in private. You’d better not
follow us, Mrs. Chante."
"Ang, you…" Elva’s eyes turned red.
Ang frowned. Thinking of those changes her mother had made for her, she softened in a moment.
But atst, Ang still turned around and strode out resolutely before her mother could finish her
words.
"Mom, stop crying. Look how swollen your eyes are! Wipe the tears off!" Greyson scratched his head
fretfully, said to Elva, and then followed Ang out of the door in the wheelchair.
The sun went down in the west. Ang stood there with her back to Greyson. The orange sunlight
streamed down all over her body, and her shadow was stretched long, looking lonely for no reason.
Greyson was upset. "Ang, she is our mom. Now she has already made earth-shaking changes, so
don’t be so mean to her! When you’re in a good mood, just smile at her so that she won’t cry for you all
day long!"
"Ha," Ang chucked.
Greyson pulled his hair irritably. "If you don’t want to do that, you don’t have to force yourself. It’s just
that I find it annoying when.. Mom cries all day long!"
"I have long given up my hope on her, so how could I be mean to her?" Ang gave him a bitter smile.
"Indeed, she has made a lot of changes for me, but…"
Ang paused and said obscurely, "Greyson, I just can’t ovee the mental barrier in my heart."
Hurting someone was just like driving a nail into a wooden nk. Even if the victim was kindly treated
"I know!" Greyson smacked his hand down on to the armrest of the wheelchair and said with his teeth
gritted, "If Jessica hadn’t plotted that car ident, our family wouldn’t have turned out this way!"
Ang turned around and stared at him. Since she was standing against the light, her features were in
the darkness, and her expression couldn’t be seen clearly.
However, there was no "if".
"Greyson," Ang’s voice was light, "Leave me alone from now on."
Upon hearing that, Greyson turned pale all of a sudden.
"Why? Is it because I make you unhappy, and you don’t want me as your brother anymore? Or you
don’t like me…"
"Greyson," Ang called as her voice trailed off.
Greyson wheeled himself up to Ang and said urgently, "Do you think I’m too stupid to get anything
done? Do you think I always get you into trouble? I’ve already started to learn how to handle business
in thepany. Even if I am not as good as James, at least I won’t stir up trouble for you again!"
His voice softened abruptly with a hint of pleading, "Ang, don’t give up on me, OK?"
"I’m not giving you up." Ang curled her lips and wanted to smile, but tears just streamed down
uncontrobly.
Ang looked up, wiped the tears away and managed a smile.
Meanwhile, she reached out her hand to wipe away the tears on Greyson’s face.
"When no one wanted me, you treated me like a piece of treasure and were always so kind to me. How
would I give you up?"
"Stop wiping. I’m not crying. It was just that… some eyshes fell into my eyes and it was stinging!"
Greyson shook off her hand and said in a fierce tone, "If you don’t want to give me up, why did you ask
me to leave you alone?"
The smile on Ang’s face vanished again. "Greyson, Lawson is different from James. If you make a
scene in front of him, you’ll get… nothing from him."
"If you brought me out here to tell me this, then stop!" Greyson turned around his wheelchair angrily
and wheeled himself back into the vi. "Unless I die, I won’t leave you alone!"
When Greyson finished his words, he had already got into the vi.