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The nurse, not knowing whether to say anything or not, kept glancing at Roland’s standard production.

“Tell him.” Roland said.

Only then did the little nurse shiver and say, “It’s in the ward downstairs.”

“Take me there.” This time it was James who spoke up, and he didn’t wait for the young nurse’s reply as he walked straight to the lift.

His face was expressionless and he did not look as intimidating as Greyson, but the nurse was instinctively frightened. She didn’t even dare to ask Roland’s opinion and followed him.

Roland watched several people leave and closed the ward door.

With little chance, he took out his phone, foreign clothes and looked at the message, surprised, “Mrs. Angela, the attending physician in charge of Mr. Chante told me that Mr. Chante’s finger has moved and he may be waking up.”

“Really?”

This was the only good news in the last few days and Luna’s eyes lit up with a little light.

Roland said, “There’s no joking about such things, naturally, and I congratulate Mrs. Angela in advance.”

Lorenzo might be waking up, something so big that Luna would definitely have to go over, but …… she looked at Angela in the hospital bed with some hesitation.

If she leaves, Angela will be alone ……

“The living and the dead, the living are more important, Mrs. Angela go ahead, I’ll keep an eye on you, you can come back later.” Roland said.

That’s true, but the thought of leaving Angela alone, without a family member next to her, made Luna feel bad.

“I’d better call my husband and ask him to go and watch my father-in-law while I stay here with Angela.”

Luna spoke, already pulling out her phone.

It would be too deliberate for Roland to block it now, but if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have such a good chance to trade the body with Angela again.

“Wait.” Roland called out to her.

Luna had flipped to Greyson’s number and was about to press it, “What is it, Roland?”

“I don’t know why Mr. Greyson got so emotional when he heard Mrs. Ela’s name, but Mr. James didn’t seem to have much of a crush on Mrs. Ela either, she should have had something to do with Miss. Angela’s death, right?” Roland said.

Luna didn’t say a word, acquiescing.

“Mr. Greyson is a hothead at first glance, and he certainly can’t forgive anyone so easily in connection with Miss. Angela’s death. If you call now, it won’t be good if he takes it out on you.” Roland knew that was a far-fetched reason, but for a moment, he couldn’t really find any other reason.

“It’s fine, he’s not unreasonable, thanks to Roland for reminding him.”

Luna also insisted on calling Greyson, and Roland could no longer stop her, but frowned down and tried to think of something else.

But I don’t know if God was helping him, but after she called, the phone rang in the ward – Greyson had left his phone with Luna.

Roland let out a small sigh of relief and said, “It would be too much of a delay to go down to Mr. Greyson. mrs. Angela would be better off going there on her own, I’ll just stay here with Angela.”

Luna is still hesitant, Angela was alone when she died, and it would always feel bad if she left now and left Angela alone again.

Seeing this, Roland adds an impromptu twist, “There have been a number of lamentable cases where a proportion of vegetative people, after waking up and not receiving the right external stimulus, fall back into a vegetative state and never wake up again.”

“Mrs. Angela better hurry over, it’s a miracle that Mr. Chante has responded this time. If he doesn’t manage to wake up this time, I don’t know when the next time will be. Of course, to put it mildly, there is also the possibility that he may never wake up again.”

Hearing this, Luna dared not delay any longer. She gritted her teeth, gave Angela in her hospital bed a look, bade Roland a few words and hurried away.

Roland made sure she left before closing the door and locking it from the inside.

He went to the bedside and looked at Angela, who was charred and blackened, with a heartache that he had never felt before. It was as if there were millions of ants gnawing at his heart, unbearable and overwhelming.

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“They’re all gone.” Roland said.

Angela opened her eyes just then, and with such a simple movement, the pain from the pulling of her eyelids already made her hair tingle with pain.

“Have you thought about it? If you’re going to claim death to the public this time, I’ll replace you with someone else’s body, and after the death certificate comes down, there will be no more Angela’s in the world after that.”

Roland didn’t know why she did it, nor did he understand it, but he respected her choice.

If she still insisted, he would give her a new identity, and if she regretted it, he would tell Mr. James and the others the truth now.

It was time for the anaesthetic to take effect and Angela’s whole body, every cell, was in pain.

She took a deep breath, and even with all her strength, her voice remained soft, “Well ……”

If she’s not dead, Ela and the others won’t let up, so she might as well live under a different identity, find out what they’re up to and make them pay for what they deserve!

Roland gave her a lustful look and said nothing more, calling to arrange for a suitable body to be sent over.

Not to mention the whole world, even in City B, there are many people who die every day, and people who die in fires. There are those who respect the remains and those who feel that they are just an object.

Roland didn’t use much money to buy a body, had two men bring it over and put it on a hospital bed, and then had them sneak Angela inside an empty ward next to him.

For fear of being discovered, Angela had to be forced to curl up inside a large tidy box for now.

The anaesthetic had worn off and she had to curl up in this position, there was no part of her body that didn’t hurt.

In particular, her elbow hit the underside of her rib cage and the muscles in her lower back pulled at the wound, causing tears to form under her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and endured it without saying a word.

Roland admires this toughness in her the most, but now would rather hear her cry out twice in pain or complain.

He left only after putting Angela in place, just because he was worried that Luna would suddenly go back and not see him and would suspect something when the time came.

However, the more you fear something, the more it comes.

He had just pulled open the door of the ward Angela was now in, when he saw Luna standing in the doorway of the ward Angela had been in before, looking over from seven or eight metres away.

“I’m sorry, there’s a patient that needs to be attended to for a while, I’ll just have to leave for a few minutes.” Roland said with a natural look on his face.

He was a doctor, working here, and it was normal for him to be called to work on short notice; Luna had nothing to blame.

Only, she still felt that something was wrong.