Desperate Lovers

James furrowed unconsciously, glancing at Angela. His gaze paused on her dry, cracked lips for a moment before withdrawing and he opened the door to go out.

Julia went over and closed the door, the restraint in her expression faded a little, and sat down on a side seat.

"I made some chicken soup and millet porridge, which one do you want?"

Denise asked, pointing at the two thermos buckets on the table.

Angela wanted to say that she didn't have much appetite and didn't want to eat at all. But when she met Denise's eyes, she changed the words that were on her lips, "I will take the millet porridge."

Hearing this, Julia immediately stood up, went over and served a bowl of millet porridge and brought it to Angela.

Angela really didn't have any appetite. She took a spoon and scooped up some porridge, put it close to her mouth, blew on it, and took a small sip, "How long have you been here?"

"Not long." Denise smiled and said,

"Is it hot?" Angela said just right, bowing her head to eat the porridge.

"Angela--" Denise called out to her.

Angela put down her spoon and looked up at her, "Hmm?"

Denise swept in Julia's direction, and her lips opened without making a sound.

"I'm going to get some fruit." Julia said and went out.

The moment the door closed and there were only two people left in the ward, Denise said,

"Your mother had a fight with your father over you, and the two are in the middle of a divorce. If they had been agreed on the distribution of property, they might have gotten the divorce papers today."

Angela's hand shook slightly, the bowl in her hand nearly dropped to the floor. After a moment of froze, she let out a low moan and continued to eat the porridge.

She don't know if it was because she was recovering from a serious illness or something else, the supposedly sweet millet porridge tasted nothing in her mouth, and she even tasted a bit of bitterness.

Denise looked at her and sighed, "Disagreement on the distribution of properties?"

Angela swallowed the millet porridge and looked up at Denise.

Denise said "Your mother asked for two-eight, she got two, your father eight, your father......"

She laughed meaningfully, vaguely sarcastic, "Your father told your mother to leave penniless, saying that the money had nothing to do with her in any way."

a rich family and Lorenzo was just

and wanted to get married

disapproved of their marriage, but since Elva was

in a car accident, and the company was handed over to Lorenzo, renamed

sneered, took out a spoon, picked up the bowl,

took the bowl

if you can't finish it." Then she put the bowl on the

downcast, a grain of rice at the corner of her mouth, her eyes obscure, her hands clutching tightly to the

on your mind now?” Denise took a tissue and wiped the rice grains off

"No matter what it's for, the two

his reputation that he would never divorce her mom with his

mom was so used to relying on her dad that her mom

depends. Your mom is divorcing your dad over you this time, that didn't

that falls off their mother's body, how a mother can see her

her lips and didn't make a

knock on the door, and

and placed the fruit on the

body just

laughed, letting go of Angela and stood up, "Just such an small incident last night, I still haven't gotten over it yet.

should go home

the millet porridge and the chicken soup

"I'll see

"If you're busy or tired, don't come. I'm old enough to take care of

grow up, can I not be

at her, opened the door

her son was still there and said in

see Angela until her out of the

driver take you

James said.

him and grumbled as she brushed past

have you done

in James's eyes, he lowered his eyes without making

mouth in the shape of a trumpet. Her left hand pointed at the

still at the

Angela responded, head

an accident, James rushed here in his pajamas and slippers, and was fined a large amount of money