Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

He opened the drawer, took out a few shopping bags, and handed them to Angela after he pricked the needle into her leg.

“What are these?” Angela asked.

Roland gestured to let her open them.

Angela unpacked the bags and saw a few baby clothes along with some toys for children.

“My aunt and my mom prepared these. They urged me again and again to hand these to you.” Roland put his hands into the pockets of his white gown, looking at her with a smile.

Angela became more complex in her mind. Auntie Susan and Eleanor indeed cared about her, but how to bring the matter up later? She’s not sure whether they would blame this on her for it.

While she was contemplating this irrelevant mess, James grabbed the gifts from her hands. “Thank you, doctor, but I have already prepared all these.”

“It doesn’t matter if several more are added,” Roland replied without turning to him. “If Miss Chante insists on turning it down you can return these to my aunt and my mom by yourself, or I will drown in their nagging.”

Angela chuckled and said, “These clothes look pretty. Please tell Auntie Susan and Eleanor that I love their gifts.”

“You are welcome. If you truly want to thank them, come to our home when you are free, as my aunt mentioned you often.” Roland said.

During the talk, Angela longed to bring up the matter about Eleanor several times, but she faltered irresolutely as she didn’t know how to start it.

From the moment she decided to go to work, she anticipated her fake pregnancy would be seen through by Jessica. She had a counterplan for herself, but not one for Eleanor.

James stood aside, watching the two chatting lively, feeling himself an outsider. He put the shopping bags on the bed and said out of blue, “Oh, I come up with something suddenly, concerning Roland.”

“Concerning me?” Roland asked.

James raised his eyebrow slightly and continued, “Exactly, it’s not concerning you. What I want to say is that my grandpa knew Eleanor had cheated in the pregnancy test.”

“!” Roland’s smile dispersed. “I have something to do, so excuse me. I will ask someone else to pull out the needle later.”

Angela was about to say something when Roland walked out.

“Guilty?” James looked down to her.

Having been seen through by him too many times, Angela nodded after a trace of surprise: “I got Eleanor into trouble.”

“Why do you think she lent a hand to you?” James noticed a strand of hair had fallen over her forehead, and he tucked the lock behind her ear naturally.

Angela looked up to him.

“Eleanor would never take the huge risks to help you only for Auntie Susan’s fondness for you.” James continued after a pause, “I promised something to her.”

With that, Angela looked down with her fists clenching shortly. “Oh.”

That would be fine. She needn’t feel owing someone a favor in that case.

But she still felt uncomfortable somehow. Maybe it’s the reason why people were not willing to grow up: everything became businesslike to a horrible extent.

There’s nothing right or wrong, but only people’s respective considerations.

Lawson had seldom acted at will since his forties. He always thought it through and weighed up all the pros and cons before he decided to do it or not.

But having been fooled by several youngsters this time, Lawson couldn’t just swallow it. Soon after James left along with Angela, he, followed by a few assistants, set off to the Smith Group.

“Mr. Harvey?” The receptionist conveyed both excitement and fear upon her first sight of the illustrious tycoon.

Lawson ignored her and turned to Nathen, “Where’s Jessica?”

“On the twenty-sixth floor, the chief financial officer’s office,” Nathen answered.

Lawson went to the elevator after a nod. Nathen followed by his side and pressed the button to go upstairs.

On seeing that, the receptionist suggested hurriedly, “Mr. Lawson, the elevator runs slow. Would you please wait here for a moment when I call Miss Smith to ask her down?”

Lawson frowned, “A blabber.”

Even a small potato dared to swagger about in front of him.

Nathen eyed two bodyguards suggestively, with the latter carried the receptionist in between and threw her aside.

With such a loud noise, many staff members looked over surreptitiously, but nobody dared to come up to speak out for the receptionist, let alone intercept Lawson.

As the elevator came, Lawson entered first, followed by Nathen and several others. They pressed the doors closed regardless of some people else waiting outside.

Those waiting for the elevator didn’t mean to go in actually, for they had no guts to be with Lawson in the same space.

Not before long, the elevator got to the twenty-sixth floor, Lawson went straight to the chief financial officer’s office with a crutch in his hand. Instead of knocking on the door, he struck it hard directly with the crutch to pop it open.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Jessica was then talking with a staff member about the overheads for the quarter, and upon hearing the sound, she blinked unconsciously.

Seeing Lawson, a hint of joy flickered across her eyes. She asked with a smile, “Why don’t you notice me your visit in advance, Grandpa Harvey?”

Before she could finish, Lawson interrupted her with an expressionless face. “Slap her!”

Jessica got stunned. She was about to ask what had happened when she got slapped to the ground by Nathen before she could speak.

That was a hard hit. Her face turned aside under the strike, with blood streaming from the corner of her mouth, her face burning at the same time.

The employee stood between the two, dumbstruck with a frightening pale face, his fingers trembling uncontrollably along with his lips.

“Once again. It doesn’t look pretty without symmetry!” Lawson ordered coldly before sitting on the sofa with the support of his crutch.

Jessica gestured to stop Nathen. She said, “Grandpa Harvey, could you please …”

“Were you listening?” Lawson thought highly of her, but once she dared to fool him there’s no way he would spare her.

With a simple “yes”, Nathen went up to give her a slap on the other side of her face.

Jessica staggered and barely managed to keep balance with her ears ringing.

What happened?

She told Lawson about Angela’s fake pregnancy, but no matter how furious he got, it’s impossible to blame it on her. What went wrong on earth?

Thump!

The employee flopped to the ground for his feet turned to jelly.

“Grandpa Harvey, we can take our time to talk it over, but before that could you please let him leave first?” Jessica pointed to the employee and said with a bitter smile, “He was hired earlier this year, still wet behind his ears. I’m afraid this is too much for him.”

Lawson sniffed, “Is it shameful for you to get beaten in front of your staff?”

“I just don’t want people to consider Grandpa Harvey violent,” Jessica answered with sincerity.

Smash!

Lawson flung a cup straight to the ground, and the cup shattered with a splinter of porcelain flew to the feet of Jessica.