Desperate Lovers

During these two years, Auntie Susan had not changed much, still round and rolled. She had a smile on her face at all times, looking very affectionate. When she saw Angela come in, she first froze for a long time, then walked over to her with surprise and distress, "Angela, when did you come out? Why didn't you tell me about this?"

She held Angela with one hand and stroked the scar at the end of her brow with the other hand. Her eyes were already red, "You must have suffered a lot in the past two years?" "That's okay." Angela struggled to tug at the corners of her lips and sat down in the chair, "Auntie Susan, you're still as pretty as you were two years ago."

"You..." Auntie Susan's eyes fell on the scars crisscrossing her shoulders and spine, wanting to say something, but finally just wiped the corners of her eyes and said,

"It's your birthday today. I'll go cook noodles for you!"

Angela whispered a soft "thank you" and forced a smile.

Hearing the words "thank you", Auntie Susan stopped and looked at her with surprise, then said nothing and went to the kitchen to cook noodles with a complicated look.

The noodles didn't take long to finish, and while Angela ate the incredibly familiar tasty longevity noodles, the depression in her heart was one after another.

She asked in a slurred voice as she chewed noodles in her mouth.

"What made you think of opening a noodle shop?"

"Just do it when I want."

Auntie Susan said as she frowned and quickly stretched.

Hearing this, Greyson put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth haphazardly. His handsome face was full of gloom and anger, "Mom and Dad disowned you as a daughter. Auntie Susan couldn't bear it, so she came here to open a restaurant."

Angela swallowed the noodles in her mouth, her eyes obscure.

"You're a father of two kids. Why are you still so tongue-tied?"

Auntie Susan was so angry that she slapped him twice and complained to Luna, "Luna, you have to discipline him properly!"

Luna glanced at Angela who was despondent and twisted her husband's ear to admonish, "Don't speak if you can't speak. No one will regard you as a mute if you don't speak!"

Greyson begged for mercy and didn't say anything more about what just happened.

The restaurant was quiet except for the sound of eating noodles.

A moment later, Angela's slightly hoarse voice from crying broke the silence, "Auntie Susan, is it worthy for you to do this for a murderer?"

"Bah, you are not a murderer. Don't be ridiculous!"

Auntie Susan spoke like a machine gun, "Our Angela is just naughty, a little playful, a little bold and a little clever. You at most can be considered a spoiled second-generation rich! I don't believe you have the guts to kill anyone!"

Angela clutched her chopsticks tightly and poked the noodles in the bowl hard, with both pain and disbelief in her eyes, "You believe me but why my Mom and Dad don't believe me?"

Overnight, her parents, who had doted on her in their hearts, did not hesitate to treat her as an outcast, and it took her almost two years to talk herself into accepting this reality.

But in the end, she couldn't get it past in her heart.

Greyson slammed on the table with a thud and before he could yell, his mouth was covered by Auntie Susan, "Luna, you take Greyson outside to enjoy the moon. I haven't seen Angela for two years, so I want to chat with her."

"Auntie Susan, you should have let us out a long time ago. My husband and I even dared notbehave affectionately with you and Angela here as two big bulbs."

Luna finished gritting her teeth and dragged Greyson out.

Greyson, a big man, struggled hard, and she couldn't stop him, so she twisted his ear and warned, "Greyson, if you do that again, I'll divorce you!"

Greyson instantly wilted and was dragged out by Luna, only to keep his gaze on Angela, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Do you want to hear Auntie Susan say something you like, or do you want to hear the truth?"

Auntie Susan looked like the Maitreya Buddha, but always spoke and acted sharply, directly to the point.

Angela's eyes flashed as she looked at the noodles she had poked into a mess, picked up the bowl, and took a few sips of the noodle soup. Then she took a tissue towel and wiped the corner of her mouth, "Truth."

"I don't know about your mother, but your father...knows what he should and shouldn't know, and he knows it all in his heart. But Mr. James refused to engaged to you, and he asked your father to choose between the family and you. He might think you're not as important as the family, so he gave you up."

Auntie Susan propped both hands on the table with five fleshy pits propping up her round and large face.

The door snapped open. Luna and Greyson came back again. Both of them glanced at Angela at the same time and then returned to their previous seats in silence.

Angela's throat tightened as she picked up the tissue paper and tried to take a sip of the noodle soup, but her hands were too shaky to hold the bowl steady and the bowl fell to the floor with a clatter, spreading the soup everywhere.

"I'm sorry, Auntie Susan." She grabbed a large handful of tissues and knelt down to clean up.

Auntie Susan stood up and walked around to her side, tugging her, "It's good that you weren't hurt. Greyson, go get the broom, dustpan, and mop in the kitchen and clean it up."

Greyson frowned and groaned. When he was just about to retort, he was twisted by Luna and ordered to hurry up.

His unspoken words dissolved into a long and reluctant word "well". Then he went to the kitchen to get his cleaning tools.

Hanging her head low, Angela didn't make another sound.

"Auntie Susan."

Luna took a look at this and then at that, but finally, she couldn't hold back and said, "Even if dad was afraid of Mr. James and broke off the father-daughter relationship with Angela, there's no need for him to protect Jessica at every turn in private, right? Those who didn't know would think Jessica was his daughter!"

Angela still kept her head down, but her butterfly-winged, thickly curled eyelashes fluttered and her head lifted a little higher.

"In my opinion, rich people are good at saving face!" Auntie Susan straightforward, "Even if you all believe Angela, others may not believe her, and the evidence from the police station is not favorable to Angela If..."

"That's a bunch of losers. That car accident was clearly setup by Jessica, and they couldn't even find out anything!"

Greyson interrupted with a yell as he took a broom with a disgusted look and cleared the noodles on the floor.

Luna kicked his calf, "Don't interrupt!"

"Sweeping noodles straight up with a broom, you're a talent too!"

Auntie Susan covered her heart and cursed before saying, at Luna's urging,

"To put it simple, if you believe that Angela is not guilty, then you need to show the evidence."

"If you can't show the evidence but still protect Angela, then you're not distinguishing right from wrong. A man like Mr. Lorenzo, who is so good at saving face, can't tolerate people talking about him like that." Auntie Susan didn't hide her contempt for Lorenzo, "To tell you the truth, I really didn't think that he is a..."

Angela wiped the corners of her eyes and raised her head with unconcealed exhaustion in her voice, "Auntie Susan, don't say anything about him."

"Well, I will listen to you."

Auntie Susan's chubby face was full of heartache. She gave a veiled glance at Angela's leg and swallowed before saying,

"Angela, have you had your leg checked later?"00000