Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 18 I Decide to Get It Aborted

The corporation between the George Group and the hospital was in a state-owned system. The

George Group was a company in architecture and commercial trade, and I took charge of the

architecture program of the corporation. Mrs. Pearson’s husband was Stefan Pearson, president of the

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We had signed a contract. According to the contract, the building program will finish this month and the

hospital building can be put into use later. However, Stefan Pearson applied the designated fund for

something else, so that the building cannot be completed.

Briefly, the rest of funds cannot be paid out at the time on the contract to the George Group.

Hearing her words, I showed a vexed smile, “Mrs. Pearson, you know that. I have married Dennis for

years, but we didn’t get along well enough. He is precise! Besides, this is a great deal of money, and I

cannot shoulder the responsibility if any mistakes.

Mrs. Pearson was a little upset, and she said, “In one week! You give us only one week. We will pay

you off as long as Stefan has enough to meet the need.”

In fact, it’s not a difficult thing. But I paused, “Mrs. Pearson, as you know, the George Group is not a

small company, so it’s way strict with turnover of funds. I have to take some risks if I do you a favor,

but…”

Speaking here, I stopped, looking at her.

She seized the opportunity, asking urgently, “But what?”

Looking over at her, I hesitated, “But I can make it if I get a reasonable excuse.”

Before she said something, I continued, “I happens to have a good excuse.”

“What excuse?” She held tightly the cup, asking.

“I need Mr. Pearson to arrange an abortion operation for me.”

With my voice fading away, she got shocked with eyes open wide, “You are pregnant?”

I nodded, “Six weeks!”

“Six weeks! Why you have an abortion? Does Mr. George know it?” She was a little bewildered, “You

and Mr. George are old enough, and this baby is just in time!”

I smiled, not intended to tell more, “We are not well prepared to welcome this baby, so …”

Pausing, I uttered, “But I can take this to postpone the due time. So Please Mrs. Pearson gets Mr.

Pearson informed of this.”

“Does Mr. George know it?” She asked, seeming not to understand my excuse.

I nodded, “Yes, he does.”

She said nothing more, but sighed, “What a pity!”

Speaking here, the thing was finished.

Jackie got Mrs. Pearson Healthy ingredients as the present. Seeing out Mrs. Pearson, I looked over to

Jackie, “You go to Toby Collins in the President Office and let him hand over a copy of the Divorce

Contract to me.”

Jackie was stunned, “Director, you…”