Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 167 We Still Have Feelings Each Other 5

It was dark and the lights on the bedside table were dim. I stared at the ceiling and felt a little dizzy.

There was a sudden clap of thunder outside. The floor of the community was high, and the view was

wide. Besides, I did not pull the curtains up. The dazzling lightning flashed one after another, which was

particularly terrifying.

After a while, it rained heavily. I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.

But the more I wanted to sleep, the more I couldn't fall asleep. Several lights lit up the room. I was

corrupted, so I got up and walked out of the bedroom.

I walked to the balcony and pulled up the curtains. When I walked back to the bed, I suddenly bumped

into a chair and fell to the ground.

My knee hurt. It took me a long time to get up from the ground.

Before I walked to the bed, there were thunder and lightning. Suddenly, the light on the bedside table

went out.

The room was very dark and it still rained outside heavily with thunder and lightning.

I lay on the ground and suddenly thought of that night.

My legs and hands were tightly bound. I wanted to move, but I couldn't.

I felt afraid. In the dark room, I seemed to hear that a child was crying.

I wanted to look for it, but I couldn't get up from the ground no matter how hard I tried. Suddenly, I didn't

know why I thought of death.

If I die, I could stay with my child. Thinking of this, I climbed to the living room slowly.

It was too dark, so I threw all things to the ground, making a cracking sound.

I didn't know where Hank placed the knife, so I could only look for it casually, but I couldn't find it.

I seemed to hear the child cry again. I had no time to think too much and hurried to chase after the

sound.

When I regained my consciousness, I realized that I was on the sidewalk.

The rain was still very heavy. There were no pedestrians on the road, and only cars were coming and

going. I was dispirited and had no idea what was wrong with me.

Most of the time, I couldn't control myself and had hallucinations. It seemed that I could always see my

dead child and hear his voice.

I wanted to go with him, but I couldn't find him and always lost myself.

Looking at the cars coming and going on the road, I felt desperate. It was the first time that I wanted to

commit suicide at my most sober since I was sick.

I would drag others down. Unconsciously, I walked toward the center of the road step by step.

The car horn was ear-piercing. I looked up and saw a white light. I stood at the center of the road dully.

Just as the car was about to hit me, someone grabbed my waist and pulled me aside.

Lying on the ground, I felt dizzy and missed my child very much.

I murmured, "Why do I lose him? Why do I lose him?"

While speaking, I cried sadly.

"Don't worry. Don't worry. We'll have another one in the future!" A deep and hoarse voice sounded and

then I was pulled into a warm embrace.

I was stunned. When I looked up, I saw Dennis looking at me. I immediately pushed him away and

stumbled up from the ground.

I ran aimlessly, only wanting to stay away from him.

"Clara Kennedy!" Dennis George's speed was faster than mine. He grabbed me and held me tightly in

his arms. He was so strong that I had no room to move.

I trembled all over, and every cell was trying to push him away.

Since Hank Gibson was not here, I couldn't beg anyone. I could only stubbornly stand still and let him

hold me.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and I became more and more weak and dizzy.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital.

I cast a sidelong glance, Dennis George's haggard face in my eyes. Even so, he was still handsome.

Perhaps because he was too tired, he fell asleep against the edge of the bed. It had been a long time

since I saw the stubble on his chin, and he looked even more haggard.

Did he bring me to the hospital?

Thinking of this, I had a headache. I tried to get up. Maybe it was too loud, so he suddenly woke up.

Seeing that I was about to get out of bed, he got up and pressed me back. His eyes darkened. "Have a

good rest. The doctor will come over to give you an infusion later!"

I frowned, and the irritation and uneasiness in my heart surged. I pushed him away from my shoulder

and said uneasily, "Dennis George, I want you to stay away from me. Stay away. Can't you hear me?"

I can control my mood when I'm by Hank Gibson's side, but I can't be by Dennis George's side. I'll pull

him and Olivia Pearson together to the extreme and expose the deep darkness and hatred in my heart.

Seeing that I was suddenly angry, Dennis George was a little absent-minded for a moment, but after a

while, he calmed down and looked at me to comfort me. "Okay, don't be angry. I'll go, but you have to

have an infusion and take medicine later."

"Dennis. I've checked it!" A voice came from outside the ward. It was Olivia Pearson.

In just a second, she came in with the medical record in her hand. When she saw me, she smiled and

said gently, "Clara, are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

I didn't want to see her, especially her bulging belly, which was like a sharp knife, stabbing me hard

every time it appeared.

The sadness of that night surfaced in my mind. I gritted my teeth in hatred, and my heart was so

depressed that I felt uncomfortable. I took the thing on the cabinet and threw it at Olivia Pearson

without seeing clearly what it was.

Olivia Pearson was so scared that her face turned pale, but Dennis George reacted quickly and stood

in front of her. That thing hit Dennis George's back.

I gnashed my teeth with hatred, and the darkness in my heart was like a broken dam. What I was

thinking about was to kill them. Those who hurt me would die. I wanted them to die with my child. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Looking at Olivia Pearson's belly, my face turned cold. "Olivia Pearson, my child is dead, and you can't

live a good life. You and your mother have to die with him!"

"Clara Kennedy, you madwoman, what nonsense are you talking about?" Olivia Pearson was scared

by this, so she simply stopped pretending.

I suppressed my anger and clenched my fists tightly. "Madwoman? Your mother should have thought of

how I, a madwoman, would retaliate against you."

Glancing at the chair beside me, I raised my hand and threw it at Olivia Pearson, who screamed in fear.

"Enough!" Dennis George, who was tall and strong, snatched the chair from my hand and looked at me

in disbelief. "Clara Kennedy, what's wrong with you? Why did you become like this? We can have

another one while the child was gone."

"Well!" I sneered and raised my head to look at him coldly. I placed my palm in front of him and said

word by word, "Dennis George, your words are so light that he was gone, and your words are so light

that we can have another one? You're really relaxed. All you need to do is sow, and you don't have to

bear the hardships of ten months' pregnancy."