Chapter 323 Must Use the Big Move
William's cold and indifferent gaze fell on Angel, his brows furrowed tightly, and his tone was icy. "If you feel wronged, you don't have to come here anymore. No one needs your care."
"William, are you still mad at me?" Angel lowered her head, her voice trembling as she spoke softly.
He thought she had deliberately framed Margaret and Lyle for getting a room together.
But it was clearly a trap set by Margaret to frame her!
'Margaret! That bitch, I would never let you get away with it!' Angel's anger was at its peak, but in front of William, she couldn't show any of it.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"William, I really saw Margaret and Lyle together yesterday. There's video evidence. Margaret must have discovered me and then..." Her eyes welled up, making her look pitiful, a sight that would make anyone feel sorry for her.
But William remained indifferent. His handsome face was tense, and he impatiently interrupted Angel, "I don't want to talk about what happened yesterday anymore."
"Mr. Fisher, I'll go get you some food," James, who had been watching from the side, left after saying this.
Angel looked like she was about to cry, tightly clutching the hem of her clothes. She had practiced this pitiful look in front of the mirror countless times.
Naturally, it was pitiful enough to make any man feel sorry for her.
But William remained unmoved, and even Bradley said nothing.
This made Angel's heart twist even more.
After all, she had personally made so much food and brought it over, and Bradley didn't even speak up for her. It was a waste of her effort to act virtuous.
Angel could only awkwardly pack up the lunch boxes on the coffee table into her bag.
She looked at William, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Finally, she turned her gaze to Bradley. "Bradley, I'll be leaving now. Take care of yourself, and I'll come to see you next time."
With that, she turned and left.
Her steps were slow.
She hoped William would call her back.
But when she reached the door, he still hadn't.
Angel frowned, and bit her lower lip hard, thinking that she had to pull out the big move.
If she didn't, Margaret would really succeed.
Thinking about the harsh words Margaret had said to her, combined with William's attitude, Angel clutched her bag tightly.
She was unwilling to give up.
Angel suddenly swayed, her thin body about to fall.
She held onto the door frame, coughing violently with her hand over her mouth.
The smell of blood quickly filled the air.
In just a moment, Angel collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
A passing nurse saw this and exclaimed, quickly going over to check. "Miss, are you okay?"
William seemed startled by Angel's condition. His brows furrowed, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally walked over. "Marjorie, what's wrong?"
"William, I..." Seeing William finally showing concern for her, Angel felt a surge of joy in her heart. She grabbed his hand, wanting to say something, but was overcome by another bout of violent coughing.
Her face was pale as she looked up at William, her voice weak. "William, I feel so terrible. Am I going to die?"
"No, you won't, Marjorie. I won't let you die!" Seeing Angel like this, a trace of tension flashed across William's handsome face. "Marjorie, you'll be fine."
"William, thank you." Before Angel could finish her sentence, her head tilted, and she fainted.
The nurse called for help, and they lifted the unconscious Angel onto a stretcher, heading towards the emergency room.
William took long strides and followed.
Despite Margaret's claims that she might not be Marjorie.
But until it was proven otherwise, he had to ensure her safety.
After all, Angel could recount the details of their previous kidnapping accurately. What if she really was Marjorie.
As William was lost in thought, a nurse hurried out of the emergency room. "Mr. Fisher, do you know the patient's family?"
"What's the issue?" William looked up and glanced at her indifferently.
The nurse, intimidated by his status, spoke nervously, "The patient's condition is very bad. The doctor found a large shadow in her stomach, possibly a tumor. We need to conduct a comprehensive examination, so we need a family member's signature."
William frowned. "Go ahead with the examination."
Since William had said so, the nurse quickly nodded. "Yes, Mr. Fisher, I understand."
With that, the nurse turned and went back into the emergency room.
It wasn't until the sunset dyed the sky red that Angel, still pale and unconscious, was wheeled out of the emergency room.
"How is she?" William looked down at the unconscious Angel, his expression unchanged.
The doctor sighed, his tone full of regret. "Mr. Fisher, the results just came out. The patient has late-stage stomach cancer. She can only undergo conservative chemotherapy, which might give her about two more years. Without treatment, she only has about a month left."
The doctor lamented, "So young, and already so close to death. It's such a pity."
William's brows furrowed.
"Mr. Fisher, what treatment do you think we should proceed with?" the doctor asked cautiously.
William said slightly, "What kind of treatment to choose is her decision."
To him now, Angel was just a pure lifesaver. His feelings for her had long been worn out.
The only thing he could do was to give her whatever she wanted while she was still alive, as long as he could.
"Understood." The doctor didn't dare say more. "The patient will wake up in a while. It's better if you tell her yourself."
With that, the doctor left.
William pushed the door open and walked into the ward. Because of the anesthesia, Angel was still drowsy.
'Are you really Marjorie?' Looking at the unconscious woman lying on the hospital bed, William squinted slightly, his mind flashing back to the girl from eight years ago who had always been in his memory.
But he couldn't reconcile that girl with Angel.
William's handsome face darkened as he turned and left the ward.
William drove to the Fisher Group. Because of his injury from saving Margaret from falling off a cliff, he hadn't been to the company for the past few days.
In the CEO's office, William called Peter over. "How's the company doing recently?"
"Everything is normal," Peter replied respectfully.
After a pause, he hesitated. "It's just..."
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