Desperate Lovers

Chapter 132 I am her...... boss

“She is in a bad situation." The doctor frowned at him and asked in a very quick voice.

"Are you Angela’s family? If she continues the operation now, her life will be in danger. If she doesn't

have the operation now, she can last half a day. If you agree to continue the surgery, sign the liability

form in a moment; if not, transfer her to ICU now."

James's forehead and nose were covered in cold sweat, and his handsome face didn't show any color

as he clenched his fist and said.

"There are no family members here, but I am her...... boss and I can sign the liability form......"

"You can’t, if you are not Angela’s family!"

The doctor interrupted him hastily, and it was too late to ask why Angela's family was not there, "Hurry

up and let Angela's family come over. If they really can't rush over, it’s fine to let them agree on the

phone while leaving a recording of the phone call!"

Denise was never an indecisive person, but she was also caught in a difficult dilemma now, "Isn't there

a better way? Money is not a problem!"

"You guys don't waste your time here, hurry up and call Angela's family!"

The doctor's face was covered with sweat.

As soon as the doctor finished his words, a rush of footsteps came.

Greyson ran over topless with only pajama pants and a slipper, his eyes scarlet as he growled.

"Where's the Angela? Where's my Angela?"

"Doctor, he's Angela’s family!"

Julia hurriedly grabbed Greyson's arm and led him to the doctor.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and said in brief, “Continuing with the

operation could be life-threatening for Angela, and if we don't, she'll have half a day to live.

If you agree to continue the operation, sign the liability form now!"

The nurse behind him hurried up and handed a few pieces of paper in her hand along with a pen to

Greyson.

It wasn't hot, and was even a little cool after the rain, but sweat continued to trickle down from

Greyson's forehead.

He glared at James with crimson eyes, veins popping out on his forehead and neck like an ghost

running out of hell.

"Dr. Lewis, is the liability form signed? If not, we'll have to transfer her to the ICU!"

A nurse ran out from the emergency room, panicking.

Dr. Lewis was so angry that he stomped his foot and asked Greyson, “You are Angela’s family, will you This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

sign it or not?"

"...... sign!"

Greyson wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, glared fiercely at James while gritting his teeth

and squeezing the word out.

He took the liability form and pen handed to him by the nurse, took a deep breath, signed it, and

handed it back to the nurse.

The nurse took it and hurried back to the emergency room with the doctor, and the door quickly closed

again.

During this period, James stood by in a daze and was unable to help or intervene. He did not even

have the power to sign because he wasn't Angela's family.

He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, pain? boredom? But he felt fear, panic and uneasiness, and

was afraid that Angela would die just like that.

He didn't want to delve into whether he liked Angela or not, or what kind of feelings he had for her.

He had only one thing on his mind now, and that was to keep her alive!

"James, you're a fucking son of a bitch!" Greyson walked up to James with scarlet eyes and raised his

fist high.

Julia gritted her teeth and stood in front of James with her hands stretching out stiffly, "Mr. ......

Greyson, this time the matter is not necessarily related to Mr. James!"

"Get out of my way!" Blood was all over Greyson's eyes.

Julia was so scared that her whole body trembled, but she did not get out of the way, "Greyson...... If

Angela woke up and knew that you......beat Mr. James for her, it would......be...... "

Without waiting for her to finish, Greyson gritted his teeth and lowered his hand while suppressing the

anger and hatred churning in his veins as he stepped aside.

Julia sighed in relief, only then to realize that her back was soaked.

"Greyson." Denise walked up to Greyson, called out to him while bowing ninety degrees, "I apologize to

you and Angela for what happened to Angela."

James stood aside frowned, but he did not defend himself from anything in the end.

There were tears in the corner of Greyson's eyes, he wiped them and shook his head at her, "It's all

that bastard James's fault. It's none of your business, you don't have to apologize to me or to Angela!"

"James is my son, he has done something wrong, I......" Denise looked at James, sighed heavily and

digressed, "It's raining outside, why did you come dressed like this?"

Hearing this, Gabriela picked up the bag on the seat and handed it to Greyson, "These are Mr. James's

clothes, he's about the same size as you, you should be able to wear them too."

"I would rather freeze to death than wear his clothes!"

Greyson didn't pick up while turning to Denise with his bare chest, answering her in an annoying and

somewhat despondent manner, "I said I came to look for Angela, but my dad wouldn't let me, he

yanked me and pulled my clothes off!"

It was really hard to say something when the real father was so hard on his daughter.

Denise comforted him,

"Did you tell your father that Angela was in emergency room? If you had, he would have......"

"I told him, but he didn’t let me come!"

Greyson interrupted her distractedly, then stared at James viciously, "With this bastard threatening the

Chante family, even if Angela died, my father wouldn't let me come and see her!"

Denise didn't say anything else, and she really wasn't sure what she should say.

Not much later, Luna came as well, and brought a set of clothes for Greyson, "Mom stopped Dad for

me and let me come over. Don't blame Mom, she is not......"

"No need for her to be pretentious!" Greyson pulled out his suit jacket and draped it over himself while

still wearing pajama pants and one slipper underneath, which was quite out of place.

A group of people waited outside the emergency room, but no one made a sound. Everyone looked at

the tightly closed door of the emergency room.

Finally, the sky began to light up, and the sun ran little by little to the southeast from the east.

James lifted his wrist to look at the watch. It was nine thirty in the morning, and Angela had been in the

emergency room for seven or eight hours.

His heart sank again, like a million insects crawling down his throat to gnaw at his heart; his throat was

tightening while his heart ached,

Squeak! The door to the emergency room opened and Dr. Lewis came out and said.

"The operation is very successful."

It was only a few words, but he had to gasp with each word. When he finished, he sat down directly on

the floor in exhaustion.

Inside the open door, the doctors and nurses involved in this operation lay in a heap, they were tired,

but they just couldn’t suppress the curve of their mouths.

James's tense nerves were slightly relaxed at this moment, with his heart thumping rapidly; he pursed

his lips before lifting his legs to go to the emergency room.

Dr. Lewis stretched his leg to stop him and said wearily.

"The patient has just woken up and will be wheeled to the general ward soon. You guys can go in and

talk to her, but you can't let her get emotional. She needs rest, so you guys better come out after you

talk to her. It's okay not to talk to her."