Desperate Lovers

Chapter 154 Can it be cured or not?

Hearing this, Roland laughed lightly with a shallow mockery in his dimples on the cheeks, “For a doctor

like me, the money is not an issue, and a favor from you was really not some attractive."

He looked back at Angela and pointed a finger down at her right leg, "The best time for a patient to be

treated is more attractive to me, but ......"

He looked back at James and said slowly,

"The best time for treatment was delayed by Mr. James already."

Angela tightly pursed her lips, the blood on her face disappearing slowly. Even from the beginning, she

did not have much hope for curing her leg. But upon hearing Roland’s words, she still felt a little

disappointed and bitter in her heart.

"The best time to cure it is nothing to Mr. James," Auntie Susan sneered, "Angela’s leg was broken by

him!"

James’s eyebrows frowned, and did not smoothen quickly in this time, "There is no need for you to tell

me so much, and you just need to tell me if it can be cured."

"It's not a big deal that the bones grew crooked, but the problem now is the bone cell necrosis."

Roland looked at James, "Thanks to you, it’s not certain if we can cure it anymore."

Upon hearing that, James’s throat rolled up and down, his eyes deepened, and his hands hanging on

the sides of his body clenched slightly, loosened, and clenched again.

Angela licked her dry lips, "Since it's so bad, I won't bother Dr. Roland anymore."

She did not want to spend a long time treating the leg but was told at last that the leg could not be

cured.

That outcome would be no different to her than hearing that her leg was broken.

"It's not a trouble; I'm a man who likes to take challenge."

Roland smiled at her and turned to James, with his dimples lightening a bit, “Supposedly, Mr. James is

neither a patient's family nor my boss or the person who hired me, I shouldn't ask anything of Mr.

James ......"

James glanced at Angela, paused his gaze on her dry and cracked lips for a moment before

withdrawing his gaze, then he interrupted, "If you have any requests, you can just be straightforward."

“It is not necessary now."

Angela spoke ahead of Roland, "I have limped for two years, and got used to it."

She paused for a moment and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “I’m not curing it anymore."

She would rather limp for the rest of her life than owing James a single favor.

Roland looked at her and sighed lightly, "If you got used to it a long time ago, how come you still

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He glanced at her right leg and sighed again, "Didn't take lots of efforts to try to look as normal as

possible?"

The fact that her bones are growing crooked was related to her trying to walk as normal too.

She was, after all, disabled, so when she tried to walk like to a normal person, she would have to make

some adjustments in her walking posture.

"No." Angela said with a frown as he pulled her right leg back.

She did not want to talk about her wound, so it was embarrassing for her to get her thoughts exposed

in public.

"No offense intended, forgive me Miss Angela."

Roland spoke to her apologetically and turned to James, but before he could speak, James said,

"If there's anything you want, just tell me."

"I heard that Miss Angela is now working at the Dream Club?" Roland asked.

James glanced at Angela, paused, and nodded.

"During his treatment, Miss Angela should not do any work and need to rest."

Roland said in a warm voice.

James lowered his eyes, his thick, curly lashes casting a shadow under his eyes. After a moment of

thinking, he said, "Yes."

Hearing this, Angela frowned and said, "No. ......"

"Thank you, then, Mr. James."

Auntie Susan stood up in front of Angela and interrupted her, then whispered a warning to her, "Be

quiet and don't talk, save me some troubles!"

James looked pass Auntie Susan to look at Angela, then nodded slightly,

"Thanks, Mr. James, but I have one more request," Roland said,

"I'm only responsible for treating Miss Angela's leg, as for Miss Jessica, please hire another person, I

won't treat her."

James frowned slightly but quickly smoothened it, "Whether you treat Jessica's leg is none of my

business."

Hearing this, Angela frowned at him, and then quickly withdrew her gaze, looking down at the ground.

According to her observations on how James and Jessica interacted after she was released from

prison, James did not like Jessica, and even hated her to some extent.

Then why did he break her legs and send her to prison for Jessica in the first place?

However, this question only flickered through Angela's mind shortly, then she laughed to herself, with

hatred growing under her eyes.

She could never guess James's thoughts, but no matter what he was really thinking, the fact was that

he broke her leg, sent her to jail, and forced the Chante family to break with her. Once she was

released from the prison, he forced her to work at the Dream Club to humiliate her!

"So it was someone requesting it in the name of Mr. James."

Roland smiled and spread his hands,

"Since Mr. James doesn't force me to treat people, I will be relieved, then."

James paused his glance at Angela for a while and said intentionally,

"You've already agreed to cure Angela's leg, so I don't have to force you."

Angela frowned, and pursed her lips as she took a step forward,

"What do you want?"

Auntie Susan yanked her back again and said in a pressed voice,

"You're in charge of everything else, but I'm in charge of the leg treatment. You hear me?"

Auntie Susan's voice was very low, but the ward was so quiet that James could hear her clearly.

He did not say anything, though. It would be much more efficient to have Auntie Susan persuading

Angela than having he himself doing that.

He frowned slightly at the thought, unable to tell what he felt like...... In the past, his words worked most

efficiently on her than anybody else’s.

Angela’s face did not look very good. With a slight hesitation, Auntie Susan knocked her on the head,

"Don't you mess around, it's a deal!"

As soon as the words were dropped, a phone vibrated.

"Sorry, I’m taking a call."

Roland picked up the phone, hmmed, and said that he would go over, then hung up the phone.

He looked at Angela with a slightly guilty look, ''I have a general understanding of the condition of Miss

Angela's leg, but there are still a few specific checks that need to be done.

I need to take care of something else right now, so I'll come back tomorrow to check you out, is that

okay?"

"...... Ok."

Under the pressure of Auntie Susan's successive hinting, Angela hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Hearing her promise, Roland curled his lips, releasing an intoxicating smile with that dimples on his

cheeks.

He said, "Thank you for your understanding, Miss Angela," then turned to Auntie Susan, "My mother

has arrived at the airport, let's go and pick her up together."

"All right, all right!"

Auntie Susan answered, twisted her head and gave Angela a small pinch on the arm and glared,

"If you dare to talk nonsense while I'm away, you won't have me as an aunt anymore!"

After saying that, she squinted at James, noticing that he was looking at Angela with a gaze that was

...... too complicated to describe. In short, it gave her goose bumps..