Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Roland’s heart thumped and after a pause, he said, “This is an international student I met when I was studying over in America, you haven’t met her before.”

“…… I really haven’t seen this before?” Eleanor still thought the man looked familiar, couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, but she just thought she had seen this man before.

A woman’s intuition is so terribly accurate.

Roland coughed dryly and said, “No matter what kind of person it is, she looks like this after the burns. Even if her parents were standing here, they might not recognise her, let alone you.”

“And yes, there’s no one I know in Burn …… either,” Eleanor said, stopping abruptly and frowning at Roland.

It’s a bit of a coincidence to hear that Angela died in this state and now Roland is suddenly so attached to this badly burned man!

Roland met her gaze and knew she had guessed what was going on.

“Roland, come out here with me first.” Eleanor instructed a couple of doctors and nurses to do a good job of saving lives, then gestured for Roland to come out with her.

Roland followed her and gently closed the door behind him as he went out.

Eleanor had her back to him and when she heard the voice she turned to look at him and lowered her voice and hissed, “Roland, are you out of your mind?!”

She let out a long breath, “If Mr. James and the others knew that Angela was still alive and hidden by you, have you thought about the consequences?”

Roland was a little apprehensive before he broke the ice, but now that he’s talking about it, his mind is calmer.

“Mum won’t say anything, I won’t say anything, Mr. James and the others won’t know about it.”

Seeing that he didn’t look half sorry, Eleanor was distraught, “Then give me one reason for doing this! Don’t tell me ……”

She realised she was being a bit loud and pressed down, “Don’t tell me you have a crush on Angela and can’t beat Mr. James head on, so you start coming up with these bad ideas!”

Roland was having a serious fucking discussion about things one second, and then she suddenly comes up with this ……

“Empress Dowager, you should watch less urban romance dramas in the future.” Roland said, “I did this at Miss. Angela’s own request, not because I …… liked her and wanted to take someone’s love.”

He choked on the last half of the sentence before saying it, with an indescribable feeling in his heart, which was not very pleasant anyway.

Miss. Jessica is such a smart and meticulous person, and in the end …… ”

Roland reached out, interrupting her, “I won’t be a third party, that’s the bottom line, just relax Mom.”

He didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Hmm.” Eleanor nodded and glanced at the ward before whispering, “I have nothing to say to you for helping Angela this time, and you can call me if you need help with the new identity or whatever later.”

“But one thing,” she paused and looked at him solemnly, “the one who’s going to mess with the Harvey family this time, we can’t afford to mess with either of us, and once you get Angela a new identity, you’re going to keep your distance from her. Is that understood?”

Roland looked at her with downcast eyes and made no sound.

“Roland?” frowned Eleanor.

Roland looked up at her, “If I were in a different situation with Miss. Angela, do you think she should help me?”

By entrusting him with this matter, Miss Angela was trusting him, and he did not want to betray that trust.

Eleanor stalled and skirted the subject, “There’s no point in you making assumptions like that, you’re not Angela, and she’s not you. You wouldn’t be reduced to this.”

It was only after she said it that she felt the word fallen was used too subtly, “I don’t mean anything else, I just think that few people are as bumpy as Angela.”

“So you can guarantee that you won’t get into a bit of trouble in your life?” Roland asked.

Eleanor opened her mouth but didn’t say anything.

“Who hasn’t had a difficult time in their life? Do you want all your friends to stay away from you when you’re in trouble?” Roland said.

Of course not, but the world of adults has always been about avoiding harm and Eleanor is used to putting her own interests first when it comes to things.

“I can’t do it, and I won’t do it. You don’t have to talk me out of this, and I’m sorry in advance if I’ve got you involved, but I’ll try not to get you involved.” Roland bowed at her and without further ado, opened the door and went in.

Eleanor looked at the closed door with a complicated expression and sighed heavily.

–

James was taken to prison and placed in a single cell.

He looked around at the bare walls of the prison, his blood-stained hands trembling, his dark eyes tinged with a deep mourning.

That’s the kind of place Angela used to be, for two whole years!

“Angela ……”

With blood on his hands, he worked without day or night to finally climb to the top.

But now that Angela and the baby are gone, what does he need all this for?

Bang!

James clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall. Blood ran down the back of his hand and snaked around, but it was as if he couldn’t feel any pain.

When he sent her to prison two years ago, he swore that he would never give anyone the chance to threaten him in the future, but ……

James covered his face in pain and a suppressed, hard hiss came out of his throat.

He had it all set up, and if he waited another month or two, he would have caught the one who was behind the layout. By then, no one would be able to threaten them again.

Who knew something would go wrong halfway!

If he hadn’t agreed to Angela’s plan and just got rid of those bodyguards, things wouldn’t have turned out like this!

James had his hands over his face and his forehead against the wall, a little cold, but nowhere near as cold as the cold in his heart …… He had done her in, and if it hadn’t been for him, she would have lived a life of freedom!

“Angela, Angela, Angela……” his chest was so tight he couldn’t breathe at all, he hit the wall hard one by one, only the physical pain could make him feel better inside.

Those people were coming for him, so why should Angela be left to die?

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This wretched, shrivelled, ruthless man is the James of the mall?

“Get out!” James looked up, tears mixed with blood spreading across his face, a ruthlessness in his eyes.

The guard’s scalp tingled as he looked at him, and he was in a trance with the illusion that he was about to have his throat bitten by a wild animal. When he came back to his senses, he didn’t even dare to say a word and rolled out of the single room, locking the door behind him again.

James sat against the wall, his blood was boiling and hot, but the walls were cold. Ice and fire were intertwined, parching all the cells in his body with a little burn.

He wanted to stab those who had killed Angela to avenge her death, but that would have been too cheap!