Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1099 Retrieving Those Curses

I walked all the way out the gate before I saw Shaw standing on the curb.

In fact, she does not look down and out, wearing a new low-luxury domestic brand, just because of the

bloodless face and sunken face, the whole person looks thin and weak.

"Shaw," I walked up, my voice unconsciously lowered, as if speaking louder would destroy the living

being in front of me, "Why don't you go in?"

I was happy, and this happiness turned into a cruelty when facing Shaw, because having seen Shaw's

once vibrant appearance, I could not justify that love must make people better.

Perhaps only people with sensitive nerves like mine are constantly thinking about whether their

beautiful life will give more pressure and excitement to people who are not lucky enough.

Whispering, treating gently, getting along like normal people, is the only care I can do for Shaw, are

women, who do not want each other to be able to live a little better.

"No." Shaw's face was like a blank sheet of paper, pale and emotionless, "Hank is sick and he wants to

see you."

Sure enough, what can destroy a person is always the one he loves the most. For Hank, she really

would rather her heart bleed more than just a little.

Frankly, I didn't feel the need to see Hank again, but I couldn't be ruthless enough to pretend I hadn't

heard anything, "Is it serious? What's wrong?"

"You'll know when you get there." Shaw's voice was still nothing angry, as if this was a routine"

When he finished, he turned around and took out the car keys, pressed them down, went around,

prepared to sit in the driver's seat, and just pulled open the door, but found me standing motionless in

the same place.

"You don't want to?" Shaw, his hand still on the car door, frowned slightly, and after confirming that I

wasn't impressed, emotion finally came to his face, "Heh, it's fate, he doesn't love me, you don't love

him ......"

"Shaw ......" I didn't know what to say.

"No need to pity me." Shaw quickly sensed the hint of pity in my words and slammed the door shut with

a cold face before looking at me seriously, "But you can sympathize with Hank, a man who is going to

die, no matter what ever happened to you, you shouldn't deny him his last wish before he lived, does

that mean you still insist on not going?"

"He's dying?" I was really shocked, obviously some time ago was alive and well, is it because of that Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

car accident?

"Thanks to you, if your wedding hadn't been such a big deal, he might have lived a few more days."

Shaw looked at me with eyes that looked like they had broken ice.

To her eyes, this lesson I surprisingly dare not confirm, she is hostile to me or not, but the sarcasm in

those words, is full of it, and she has no intention of covering it up.

I probably understood the story, Hank was seriously ill, and saw my wedding with Dennis live, and was

stimulated, so the situation took a turn for the worse.

If this is the case, it is not difficult to understand that Shaw suddenly turned so hostile to me.

Shaw was right about one thing: no one can say no to a patient. After considering for a while, I agreed,

"I'll go with you."

I told the doorman to inform Dennis, and I got into Shaw's car.

Soon we arrived at Second Military Zone Hospital, which is the best oncology hospital in China.

Outside the ward, Hank's son and the nanny sat in chairs, much more energetic than Shaw, but still

slightly tired.

With a seriously ill family member, no one can hide from the clear.

"Mom." Steve saw Shaw return and immediately got up to greet him.

"Good boy." Shaw rubbed the top of his furry head and turned to the boy to introduce me, "This is

Auntie Clara, caller, Steve."

"Remember me Steve?" I asked him with a smile as I took the initiative to express my goodwill as adult

feuds are not relevant to children.

He shook his head and looked blankly wide-eyed for a moment, but did not speak.

It is said that children do not know how to do things, but in fact, they are clear in their hearts, the

presence of certain people is what will make their parents uncomfortable, so and intentionally or

unintentionally show or.

Perhaps Steve himself does not know that he can not open his mouth, in fact, for Shaw.

I didn't mind this and continued to smile at each other.

Shaw patted the child on the back and looked sideways at the door next to him, "The person is inside,

go in, I'll keep watch here."

There is no woman who can stand up to the scene of a long-awaited reunion between the man she

loves so much and the woman he loves.

I understood her and didn't force it. I took a deep breath and prepared myself, then silently pressed the

door handle and walked into the ward.

The smell of disinfectant in the room was stronger than in the corridor, and the first thing I saw was a

pair of dry feet, bare and exposed outside the quilt, thin and only bones left.

As I continued to walk in, I saw Hank in an old man's veil on a hospital bed.

In fact, I did not recognize it at all, but simply by the introduction of Shaw outside, the bed lying on this,

cheekbones deep, face like wood and Hank the two words together.

He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, motionless, and if it wasn't for the respirator and

heartbeat detector working methodically next to him, I would have even thought it was just a corpse.

Probably lying for a long time uncomfortable, Hank unconsciously moved the upper body, a movement,

open mouth breathing movement followed by a larger.

The soreness and swelling rushed to the tip of the nose, fearing that I would cry out, I hurriedly covered

my mouth and nose, fearing that I would cry out and frighten him to rest.

This is still the Hank that I know, the boy who carried the youth of countless girls in City P, the man who

protected me with his own strength, now lying in bed, life is like a thin sheet of white paper, may die at

any time.

Thinking of Shaw's words, "If it weren't for your wedding, he could have lived a few more days," I finally

couldn't help myself, turned and ran out, closed the door, held the nearest chair, and cried out.

This man, I have had gratitude, have grumbled, more have owed, even for the children's matter, I

would like him to disappear forever, but really see him at any time will leave the appearance, but still

can not bear.

I'd like to take back those curses if I could.

The arm was gently pushed, a pair of bony hands sent over a tissue, "Wipe it."

She is the one who loves Hank the most, to be so calm now, in the unknown time, how many times

have broken down.

"Thanks." I knew I was not qualified to be weak in front of her, whether it was to take care of his

emotions or to be afraid of waking Hank, I hurriedly gathered my emotions and asked while drying my

tears, "How did this happen? Is there still help? Maybe the situation will improve if we send it abroad?"

"It is useless, the attending doctor said there is no longer a need for treatment, can only hang, can live

one more day, are picked up."

Shaw walked to the door, looking through the brick-sized glass on the door into the ward, one hand

unconsciously resting on the glass, as if this could touch Hank, "You know, only at such a time, but he

did not have the strength to push me away, had to accept my care, had to spend time with me day and

night, I know, he refused to swallow his last breath is For your sake, but it does not matter, accompany

him, I am also happy."