Chapter 895

When the bleeding stopped, Richard loosened his grip and looked up at her, then said slowly, “You
have to stay here.”

She pulled away from him as pain flashed across her features. There was a chill in her voice as she
asked defiantly, “And what if I say no?”

“Angela…” He was trying to coax her now, but there was a hint of resignation in his eyes. He knew that
he could not stop her if she insisted on leaving.

Right now, the only thing she cared about was going home to see her mother for the last time. She had
to go back even if she couldn’t make it in time, otherwise, the guilt and regret that followed would haunt
her for the rest of her life..

Richard ended up following her out of the infirmary and into her bedroom. She picked up her bag once
more, and she turned to say to him, “Car keys.”

At once, Richard was plunged into a dilemma. If he were to hand her the car keys, he would be
watching her walk right into the trap set up by those evil men, which was the same as delivering her to
death’s doorstep. On the other hand, if he refused to give her the keys and she missed seeing her
mother for the last time, she would hate him forever.

He could cope with that, but he really didn’t want her to hate him forever. Angela reached out her hand
and stared at him with wide eyes, her silent demand evident in her tears.

She was so delicate, but for some reason, she gave him immense pressure. It was as if she held some
inexplicable power over him, and he could not keep a firm stance whenever she was around.

At that moment, he lost all his calm and reason. But just as he was about to give in to impulse and offer
to go with her, Trevor burst out of the conference room and came running in their direction excitedly.



“Miss Meyers!” he shouted. “Miss Meyers! Good news! Your mother’s fine. She only suffered a broken
leg!”

Angela’s hand fell to the side when she heard this. She tossed her bag onto the floor and ran to meet
Trevor halfway. When she came up to him, she clutched his shoulders and urged, “Really? Is my mom
really okay?”

“She is! Your dad just called, and he said your mom is fine save for the broken femur and a mild
concussion. The doctor told him she’ll be fine after half a month’s rest!” Trevor answered, but he was
still in the midst of conveying the good news when Angela suddenly threw her arms around him in
relief.

She hugged him tight as she muttered, Thank you, Trevor! I can’t thank you enough!”

Trevor was stumped by how overwhelmed she was.

Meanwhile, behind her, Richard looked considerably stormy, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously as
he watched the woman hugging his subordinate.

The air grew colder, and Trevor immediately realized that he was overstepping his boundaries by
letting Angela hug him. Gently pushing her away, he cleared his throat and said, “Miss Meyers, your
dad also requested that you stay put here for your own safety. He doesn’t want you getting into
danger.”

“Is he still on the line?” she asked.

Trevor patted his head as if to berate himself for forgetting about this. “He is. Go on, you must be dying
to talk to him.” Before he could say anything, Angela took him by the hand and pulled him alongside
her as she ran toward the conference room.



Richard suddenly felt as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He let out a huge sigh of relief,
secretly thanking Trevor for the timely interruption that saved him from betraying his own work
principles. Had the news not come in time, he would have risked everything just to personally drive
Angela home to see her mother.




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