Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

“I just saw two men carrying a large collation box out of Angela’s ward, may I ask what was in it?”

The large organiser was blue plastic, and looking through the sunlight she always thought the blurred black shadow looked a little like a human form.

“Nothing, just a bit of medical scrap.” Roland’s eyelids jumped, was this what she was seeing and therefore suspicious?

Luna wasn’t too convinced, “It seems like most of the medical waste is things like IV tubes and bottles, and the stuff inside that big organizer just now seemed pretty heavy, and I saw those two people struggling a bit to move it.”

“The usual medical junk is those, and sometimes some machines are outgrown and sold as scrap.” Roland hadn’t expected her to see this at all, and couldn’t find any reasonable excuse for the moment.

“Is that so?” The more he said, the bigger the hole between the logic Luna felt, “But I don’t seem to remember this ward Angela stayed in being that big of a junk machine either. And ……”

She pointed down to the ward where Angela was now staying, “That’s a ward too, right, where you can put scrap?”

Because of what happened when Ela arranged for someone to approach Amoy and the others pretending to be a nanny, she is now too wary to trust a person easily.

The more Roland said now, the more he was wrong. If he found another excuse and Luna broke it down again, I was afraid she would become even more suspicious of what he had done.

“Mrs. Angela does this mean that …… suspects me of doing something?” Roland asked.

Luna looked at him, “I was just asking, Roland don’t think too much about it.

That’s what she said, but there was a look of distrust on her face.

“My eldest Mrs. Harvey always told me to take care of Miss Angela, and I have done so for as long as I have known her, and I think Mrs. Angela has seen that.” I think Mrs. Angela saw that too.” Roland said.

Luna didn’t say anything, acquiescing.

Auntie. Susan and Roland, including Dean Ying, were all quite nice to Angela.

“So Mrs. Angela thinks that I can do anything against her or you guys now that Miss. Angela is gone?” Roland asked.

Indeed you can’t. Luna didn’t answer, a little embarrassed.

Roland continued, “Or is there something missing from the ward that belongs to Miss. Angela or Mrs. Angela and think I might have taken it?”

He deliberately asked the question a little more aggressively, and with a little of the anger that one should have when being misunderstood.

Luna had just been in the ward and nothing had changed at all except that the white sheets were a little wrinkled and the charred body on the bed was a little cleaner.

“…… Sorry, I too have been experiencing a bit too much lately and my nerves are a bit over-stretched. Please forgive me if anything has offended Roland.” Luna said dryly.

“The Chante family does have a lot on their plate these days, understandably so.” Finally convincing her, Roland’s high heart fell back into place, “But I also hope you can understand that I won’t do anything against Miss. Angela.”

As for hiding it from everyone, it was Miss. Angela’s choice.

“I was the one who offended earlier.” Luna apologised again.

She had been right in the first place, and Roland couldn’t keep holding on to it, lest she find out something unusual.

He brought the subject up in a few words, deliberately changing the subject, “Have you just been to see Mr. Chante? How is he?”

He had already sent a letter to the doctor in charge saying that the Chante family was having one incident after another and that they were mentally overwhelmed and that Lorenzo had awakened just to give them some hope.

The attending doctor believed it and promised he would go along with that, so he wasn’t worried that it would show up here.

Luna’s gaze dimmed, “The doctor said it was just a twitching of the finger and there was a chance of reawakening, but it didn’t come back this time.”

“Mr. Chante has not been a vegetable for long, Mrs. Angela don’t be too anxious, since the finger is moving, maybe he will wake up one day.”

Roland gave a few reassuring words and joined Luna in the ward, surveying the person in the bed as if nothing had happened.

The body is as dark as Angela’s, and there is no way to tell what it looks like, although she is slightly fatter and shorter than Angela.

It was hard enough to find recently burnt bodies and to bring them in so quickly, and naturally the size was not so easy to match.

Roland, as a doctor, was sensitive to this aspect of his patients’ body types and he was now worried that Luna beside him might not suspect something.

Luna was always careful and thoughtful, but she had just asked Roland very frankly, and it would be offensive to say anything more suspicious now.

But she couldn’t do it without asking, so she asked politely, “Roland, do you think …… Angela seems different from just now?”

Roland’s heart stuttered and he lowered his eyes subconsciously, collecting the look in them and not making a sound.

Luna couldn’t tell if he was being weak-minded or angry, and hastily explained, “Roland don’t get me wrong, I just thought …… Angela’s body shape seemed different than usual and asked a casual question.”

She apologised sincerely, but kept a close eye on him, not letting go of his every change of expression and small movement.

“After a person dies, the body expands within certain limits and looks fatter and shorter than usual.” Roland didn’t look up, his eyes would give away too much emotion.

Luna nodded and asked, seemingly absently, “The corpse is swollen and looks a little fatter than usual, so why does it still feel short?”

Roland really had no reason to do anything with Angela’s body, but probably due to a woman’s intuition, she always felt that something was wrong in the middle.

“The same length of line, the thicker one will look shorter, it’s a visual error.” Roland lowered his voice and his face looked colder than usual, “It seems Mrs. Angela is still suspicious of me? Then would you like to come with me to the other ward and see what’s in there?”

“I’m really sorry, Roland.”

Luna felt she was asking too much, but if she didn’t go to see it, there was a lump in her heart.

If she secretly went to see that ward in private and Roland found out, or if the other doctors and nurses saw it and told Roland, it would be more embarrassing then.

She might as well just go over there with Roland and see what’s going on, and if there’s really nothing inside, she’ll give Roland a solemn apology.

She thought so and said so in an attempt to gain Roland’s understanding to the maximum extent possible.

Roland had said that with the intention of putting his life on the line, wanting to take the opportunity to dispel her doubts, but to his surprise she had actually offered to visit the ward, leaving no time for preparation.

He froze for a moment.