Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 154

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 disguises yourself as a normal person?"

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."