Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 176 Revenge, It Won't Hurt If I Don't Care 8

I didn’t want to die for no reason.

Seeing that my eyes were red, he sighed, put my hand under the quilt, and said, "Don't be stupid

anymore. There's still a long way to go in the future. You can still walk slowly."

I nodded and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time. How could I not have the courage to crash

into Dennis George?

I fell asleep again. It was already late at night when I woke up.

The people who should have met on the way to the netherworld looked at each other in the ward.

Dennis George was still wearing the same black custom-made suit as before. Maybe because the

temperature level of the air conditioner in the ward was high, he took off his coat. His white shirt was

ironed neatly and meticulously, just like his characteristics.

"She's awake!" He stepped forward, and his eyes fell on me, reflecting an obscure light.

I closed my eyes, unwilling to see him.

He continued, "Is there anything wrong?"

I didn't want to say anything.

"Do you want some water?"

The back of my hand hurt slightly. I frowned. In the past two months, I had too many infusions. The

bruises on the back of my hand had been left for a long time.

It was really annoying that I couldn't get rid of them all the time.

After my body was propped up, I frowned and opened my eyes, only to see Dennis George's enlarged

handsome face.

A glass of warm water was placed in front of me. I stared at it for a long time without any reaction. After

a while, I raised my hand, which was having the infusion, and reached the glass.

Holding the glass in my hand, to be honest, was a little strenuous. The blood flew back to the infusion

tube on the back of my hand. Dennis George looked at me with his black eyes full of pain.

I narrowed my eyes and dropped the glass in my hand as expected. "Pa!" With a loud sound, the glass

fell to the ground, and it broke into pieces.

The air was seemed to be frozen. I smiled and said, "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

Although it was an apology, I looked at him coldly and did not feel guilty at all.

He frowned and said in a stiff voice, "It doesn't matter!" He squatted down to pick up the pieces on the

ground.

Perhaps because it was too quiet, he broke the silence, "Do you still want to drink? I'll pour another

glass!"

I looked down at his slightly trembling hands, and the chill in my heart grew stronger.

"He was suffocated to death. Did you see that?" I knew that with Leo Kennedy's personality, he would

definitely let Dennis George see that video.

From the moment he appeared just now, I saw the suppressed pain in his eyes.

Yes, he had cried. As for how to cry, it had nothing to do with me. I just needed to know that he was in

pain.

Dennis George's hand froze as he picked up the fragments. His body stiffened and he slowly looked up

at me.

Our eyes met, and I said sarcastically, "Mr. George, do you think it's better to die in an instant or

suffocate to death bit by bit?"

He didn't say anything, but the pain in his black eyes was clear.

Seeing that he didn't speak, I felt bored. I raised my hand and pulled out the needle on its back.

With too much force, blood splashed out and fell on the white cup, which was particularly dazzling.

I lifted my foot and landed on the ground barefoot. I knew that the ground was full of glass fragments,

but I had no intention of keeping away from them.

Without any scruples, he stepped on them. When the sole of my foot landed on the back of Dennis

George's hand, blood spilled from his palm and slowly spread out. Did it hurt?

I didn't know. I only knew that when I held the glass shard tightly over and over again, desperately

trying to cut off the rope that bound my child's fate, the glass shard pierced into my palm again and

again, and my blood-stained the rope. Even so, I still couldn't save my child.

I slowly lowered my head, and my gaze fell on Dennis George's pale face due to the sudden pain. I

smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "Sorry, I didn't see it just now."

"It's okay!" His voice was so light that no emotion could be told.

After staggering him, I poured myself a glass of water, sat down on a chair, and drank slowly.

Dennis George half-squatted and pulled out the glass shard that had pierced into his palm.

Blood dripped from his palm and splashed on the ground to form a pool of dazzling liquid.

Did it hurt?

I couldn't feel it. I just felt extremely annoyed.

When Olivia Pearson arrived, she looked at Dennis George's badly mutilated palm and wished she

could tear me apart, "Clara Kennedy, what did you do?"

I couldn't help but look out of the window. It should be very late now. She was really infatuated with

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I raised my eyebrows and looked at her. By the way, I saw Mario Bennett and Marcus Thomson

following behind her.

I smiled and said, "Thank you for coming to see me at this hour of the night. I appreciate it.!"

Olivia Pearson glared at me and squatted down to look at Dennis George. For some reason, the TV in

the ward, which had been turned off, suddenly turned on.

The video on TV was just as I thought which made Olivia Pearson watch it completely.

Watching it again, I was numb and looked at their expressions.

There were fear, pain, astonishment, and surprise.

Leo Kennedy was truly a genius. He actually thought of using this method to let so many people see it

together.

After a long time, the video was over. Olivia Pearson looked at me and then at Dennis George's hand.

Her face was pale, which I really liked to see. Putting down the glass in my hand, I slowly walked to

her, half squatting in front of her, and said with a faint smile, "Miss Pearson, did you watch the video

just now? Do you want to know what it looks like to take out a dead child from the belly?"

She was terrified and her face was pale with fear, "Clara Kennedy, you are crazy!"

I smiled and appreciated her panicked expression. I covered her pregnant belly with my palm, lowered

my voice, and said with a wry smile, "Do you want to experience the pain that I have experienced at

that time? Well, your mother should also like it this way, otherwise, why would she apply it to me? Am I

right?"

"Clara Kennedy, you slandered me!" Olivia Pearson was so shocked that she fell to the ground and

stepped back bit by bit.

Marcus Thomson recovered from the shock just now and helped the frightened and uneasy Olivia

Pearson up, "Clara Kennedy, why do you suppose that it was Aunt who did it?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Everyone, do you want to have a look at the evidence?" Speaking of this, I

paused and said boringly, "It's not fun to see the whole thing. How about this? I'll show you what the

suffocated child looks like next time."

Staring at Olivia Pearson's belly, I laughed more and more wantonly, "It's also a good time for you to

see how your child looks after death in advance. What do you think?"

"Take me away, take me away. She's a lunatic!" Olivia Pearson was so scared that she could not speak

coherently. She held Marcus Thomson's hand and asked him to take her away.

Marcus Thomson looked at me with a complicated expression. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

After Olivia Pearson left, I couldn't help but feel bored. I glanced at the man on the ground who was in

a bad mood, and then at Mario Bennett, who was standing at the door.

Looking at the pain in his eyes, I felt a sharp pain in my heart and became even more annoyed.

I simply called Hank Gibson. When the phone was connected, I said directly, "Don't you want me?

Don't leave me in the hospital. I'm afraid!"

Dennis George looked at me. His black eyes were filled with an unfathomable depth and endless

darkness.

I know he's in pain, but so what?