FakeNovelChapter 192
"Are you up?" Dexter's cold voice cfrom the armchair not far away, at least five or six steps away from her.
There was a certain chill in his tone, making her heart feel inexplicably uneasy.
"You're undergoing acupuncture. Don't move," he explained.
Angela understood now. No wonder her entire body felt uncomfortable. Still, this was fine. At least her personal
boundaries had been maintained.
"You hateso much that you'd rather risk harming yourself than..." Dexter's voice trailed off, his words tinged
with confusion.
Angela froze for a moment, but she didn't respond. Her silence spoke for itself.
"As for Grandpa, I'll explain everything to him. Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again," Dexter said
after waiting a while for her answer that never came. Then, he stood and left.
The spacious room quickly fell into silence.
Angela felt a faint sense of loss, but it didn't matter. She told herself there were plenty of fish in the sea; she
didn't have anything to fear.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Angie, please cback quickly. Dad's fallen ill. | don't know what he ate or if he was poisoned, but he has
been in bad condition for two days. I'm afraid he won't make it, and you're not even around. Cback quickly!"
Zack sounded anxious on the phone, which stunned Angela.
Bill was supposed to be in stable condition under the care of the doctor, taking medication as prescribed. So how
had things suddenly gotten worse?
With this question in mind, Angela drove herself to the hospital.
Zack was already waiting at the hospital's entrance. When he saw her signature silver Bentley, he excitedly
waved his hand.
"Angie, your car is stunning. Takefor a spin later, will you? | feel like going out for sfun," he said with a
grin, his mindset still just like a carefree child's.
Angela shot him a glare. "Dad's half-dead in there, and you still have the nerve to talk about joyrides? Do you
even have a conscience?"
Zack snorted lightly. "You only live once; don't take things to heart. That's how you live a blessed life. Besides, if |
sulked, would it make Dad's Condition any better? Obviously not. So I might as well keep smiling. Maybe it'll
cheer him up, too."
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When they reached the ward, Bill caught sight of Zack, who was lost in his own little world, grinning so wide that
his teeth were showing. The sight instantly enraged him.
"You ungrateful brat! Your father's on the brink of death, and you're still smiling? Get out of here this instant!"
Zack was speechless.
"Angela, you truly are cruel, aren't you? Are you trying to kill your own
father? How did I not see how How
malicious you were before?" Bill glared at Angela with his sunken eyes. He looked as if he wanted to strangle her
right then and there.
Angela took two steps closer, scrutinizing the gaunt-faced man before her. Something felt off, but she couldn't
quite put her finger on it.
Bill continued his tirade. "Angela, lettell you this—even if | die, the company won't be yours. How could |
have fathered such a cold-hearted, wicked woman like you?"
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm my mother's daughter. You didn't exactly do much to raise me," Angela
retorted, crossing her arms
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwith a sarcastic smile. A glimmer of mockery flickered in her eyes
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At this time, there were a few nurses and doctors at the door. They were watching the show.
Angela realized something and said, "Just look at you! Don't you know your own body's state? Why are you still
doing this to yourself?"
Bill's eyes turned cold as he retorted, "Angela, yo-you... Letgo, or else | will..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly coughed up blood and fainted.
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