Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

“What is it?”

James picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth, only to realise that there was not a single glass of wine left inside, he frowned and threw the bottle to the ground.

Drunk? How can you get drunk that easily?

Howard Lee hurriedly said, “I’m not sure what the Smith family told the others, but Bae, Song and Chung are all on the Smith family’s side now. They want to see you to talk more about the Smith family’s bankruptcy.”

The four families who can talk now are all on the Harvey Group side, otherwise he wouldn’t have come to Mr. James in such a mess.

“No see!” James didn’t even half hesitate, “Do what I told you to do!”

He’s going to make the Smith family pay and regret what they did to Angela!

“Mr. James ……”

Howard Lee had just opened his mouth when James cut him off, “No need to say more.”

“If I can keep my mouth shut, I won’t say anything. But four families combined is not that easy to deal with, and if you insist on putting the Smith family out of business, it’s bad for the Harvey Group.”

Worried about being interrupted again, Howard Lee spoke quickly, trusting Mr. James to understand the difficulty.

It’s just that –

“So what?” James said coldly.

His reaction was nothing like what Howard Lee had imagined, and he froze, thinking he hadn’t heard correctly, and repeated it again.

“It would be bad for the Harvey Group if you insisted on doing that. And with the Harvey Group having the human experimentation thing on right now, it’s a sensitive time to make enemies.”

In the past, when James heard this, he would have thought twice about it and come up with a well thought out solution.

But now that Angela and the baby are gone, he doesn’t care about anything anymore, “You don’t have to care about that, you just have to do what I say.”

He was so determined to do this that Howard Lee had no choice but to do what he wanted, despite repeated advice.

Greyson is drunk, crouching on the floor, crying and laughing, mumbling incoherently, but so vaguely that it is impossible to hear what he is saying.

James ignored him too, just got up and went to the table to get his drink.

He obviously didn’t feel drunk, even more sober than usual, but he walked with an uncontrollable twist. Slowly and stumblingly he made his way to the table, picked up a bottle of white wine and resumed his seat opposite Greyson.

Probably because I hadn’t eaten anything at all and had drunk so much wine. My stomach was on fire and I didn’t want to stop.

James lifted the bottle with a vacant gaze and poured a little of the liquor into his belly.

It’s so hard in my stomach.

Was it this hard for Angela when he used to force her to drink?

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After feeding Angela a bowl of porridge, Roland went out and came back saying, “Mr. Greyson has had too much alcohol with Mr. James and has alcohol poisoning.”

Every time he thinks Mr. James has enough love for Miss Angela, the other side always refreshes his perception.

“How are they now?” Angela’s eyes snapped open and she held onto the hospital bed as she tried to sit up.

James woke up from his fainting spell and wasn’t even out of the hospital, so how did he get alcohol poisoning again? And brother too!

“The wound on your body has split open many times and is now infected, don’t move.” Roland took a few steps forward and carefully helped Angela to lie down again.

Angela was back in bed, but her heart was still hanging in mid-air. She asked anxiously, “How did they get alcohol poisoning, and how are they doing now?”

Roland tucked her in and gave her a look that didn’t make a sound.

“Is it because of the …… thing about me dying?” Angela guessed.

“Well. They drank in Mr. James’s ward, Mr. James probably drank nearly four bottles of white wine, a bit more serious but nothing serious. mr. Greyson drank two bottles and is fine now.” Roland said.

Angela’s tightly clenched hand loosened, momentarily dislodged, only to feel her heart go half cold.

James and his brother are grown-ups, why don’t they take care of their own bodies?

“With all the things that have happened to the Chante family recently, it makes sense that Mr. Greyson would act out like this when he is under so much psychological stress. As for Mr. James, probably …… loves you too much.”

Roland stumbled a little when he said the last sentence. He thought to himself that he could love a woman no more than he was this mad.

Angela was lost in thought and did not speak.

For as long as she could remember, James had always been the kind of person who was too sensible for his own good. She had never thought that he would make one mistake after another because of her death?

“I wonder if it’s convenient to ask why Miss. Angela has to hide the fact that she’s still alive?” Only if he knew what was going on could he help her.

Angela’s mind was a mess at the moment, “What exactly is happening to James now?”

What if Ela sends someone to take advantage of him in his current state?

“Not life-threatening, but certainly not physically comfortable.” Roland took in the look on her face with some subtle discomfort.

But she and Mr. James were boyfriend and girlfriend and it was normal to be worried when she heard about her boyfriend’s alcoholism. He couldn’t say exactly why he was in this mood.

Angela froze for a moment before nodding in disbelief.

In my heart, I can’t tell which emotions are more sweet, guilty or worried.

“Now, does Miss. Angela still want to play dead?” Roland glanced at her gaping wound, took out his medical kit and treated her.

Angela thought for a long time before nodding her head, “Someone tried to kill me and if she knew I wasn’t dead she wouldn’t stop.”

“Wasn’t Miss Jessica the one who tried to kill you?” Roland said, “She has now been sent to prison with her hands and feet cut off, and the chances of her getting out are slim.”

Angela didn’t answer; the more she knew, the greater the danger. He hadn’t helped her much and she didn’t want to get him involved in the mess.

“If Miss. Angela doesn’t want to talk about it, just forget I asked. In the meantime, I’ll keep an eye on Mr. James and the others for you, but I’m not a private detective and my abilities are limited. I don’t necessarily know everything they’re doing.”

She didn’t say anything, she didn’t trust him enough? Roland looked slightly dull for a moment and didn’t pursue the matter further.

Technically speaking, they hadn’t known each other for long, and it was normal for her not to trust him.

“I’ll trouble Roland then.” Angela was really worried about James, “James his health these days, can you please keep an extra eye on him for me?”

Roland smiled, “I may not be able to help with the rest, but this one is fine with me, don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks Roland then.” Angela was in a bad mood when she was promised.

If James keeps this up, what’s going to happen later?

–

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

James was discharged from hospital, but instead of going to work, he spent his days drinking at Bamboo Estate.

Denise tried to persuade him a few times, but to no avail. She had no choice but to contact Sean and ask him to help persuade James that if this continued, his life would be over!