Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1106 A lynching

"Seen alone?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." Toby nodded and said, "And deliberately avoided the second lady."

"In this way ......" the human heart in the end still cannot withstand speculation.

It's been a few days since Jeffery made his choice at the Vance family, and it's only been less than

three days since the change.

Dennis's fears are not unreasonable. Perhaps Jeffery has always remembered being abused by his

adoptive parents and has finally found the opportunity to take revenge.

Dennis all acted calmly, face unchanged dusted the newspaper in his hands, and dismissed Toby, "Got

it, you go out first."

Watching Toby's figure disappear in the doorway, he pursed his lips in thought for a moment and turned

his head to look at Dennis, "You don't seem surprised at all?"

"So I should act like I'm losing my face?" Dennis still had that light look, obviously the boring financial

newspaper was in front of him, but it was as if he was looking at an entertainment magazine, with a

smile, if any, at the corner of his mouth, "If it were me, I wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to

spy."

"But Jeffery already turned it down." I shrugged my shoulders and said something that even I didn't

have much backbone for, just to see how the two men's personal friendship was perceived in Dennis'

eyes.

"So what?" Dennis closed the newspaper and turned so, his deep eyes staring at me, "You know in the

eyes of businessmen, there is no deal that can't be done, only a price that is not ripe enough, as long

as the chips are in place, anything is possible, isn't it?"

As much as I hate to admit this theory, I have to say again, he is spot on.

There is nothing to argue about when there is agreement.

Barely smiling, he joked, half flirtatiously, "The village talent weighs the pros and cons, Jeffery is just a

kid in the end, we gave him a home, maybe the outcome may not be as bad as we thought."

"Then let's make a bet." Dennis adjusted his posture, legs folded, the hand holding the newspaper

resting idly on his knee, "I bet he'll let you down."

Shrugging, accepting the challenge, "Then let's give it a try, but we can't really let him poke around the

house, think of a way to test it?"

"There's no rush." Dennis lowered his eyes, his expression froze for a moment, seemed to think of

something, casually threw the newspaper on the table, before sitting up straight again, facing me more

formally, adjusted his facial expression and said solemnly, "The results are out, Hank is indeed very

sick."

He paused for a moment, silent for a moment, and looked at me with a serious tone, "My words still

count, I support any decision you make."

Avoiding the visual impact of the patient's thin and bony body, hearing Dennis say that made it much

calmer than in the hospital, except that it still felt a pity.

"Is there help?" I asked.

"I have contacted the most authoritative experts on the subject and they will be arriving at City P from

all over the world in the next few days," Dennis said.

I nodded, these things he has always arranged the drip, there is not much need to inquire.

But this time, Shaw's reminder is no longer alarming, "In the evening, you accompany me to the

hospital, recognize that in the final stage, the patient needs the most encouragement."

At this moment I am surprisingly rational, without any ups and downs of emotions, for a second, even

feel that they are not different from those doctors who are used to seeing life and death, long numb.

"Good." Dennis agreed readily and got up and went upstairs, "I'll go make the arrangements."

No extra communication is good for both of us.

Dennis is not God, I can't be selfish and ask him to look at the woman he loves most and be sad for

another man.

In front of him free used to, hide emotions rather like a raw hand, really if forced to smile, but it seems

and Hank between the ambiguity of more unspoken, rather than open and honest, face the real

emotions.

When leaving the house, Dennis specially changed into the casual clothes I chose for him before, the

whole person looks casual and lazy, the innate kingly atmosphere in the bones cut a lot, but more

affable.

He laughed bitterly and joked about him, "Are you sure you want to dress up so harmlessly when

you're going to meet your love interest?"

"Yes?" Dennis didn't even raise his eyelids, walked up and grabbed my shoulders and walked out,

saying as he went, "Didn't you notice that this is a couple's suit with the one you're wearing?"

Unconsciously looked down at their own clothes, but really, the next second, but can not laugh out.

I understand, but Hank's current state, the stimulation will only aggravate the disease, we dress like

this to go, seems inappropriate.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the market.

"Hank won't want to see me, and even hearing my name could mean a few less days of life, so you'll

just have to go see him yourself."

Pursing his lips, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"But I'm not atmospheric either, have to find balance elsewhere, wear a couple's outfit and consider

you with me."

His tone was light, as if he was talking about someone else, but I knew best how irrational Dennis was

when he was jealous.

But for my sake, he restrained himself. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

What is considered love is that even if you don't want to, for the sake of the other person, you are

willing to try hard, is always put the other person's happiness first.

The Bible says that love is constant patience, and Dennis fleshed out that statement.

Too late to be moved, he was pushed into the car by Dennis.

In the corridor of the inpatient unit, Shaw sat in a chair with her baby in her arms, mother and son

clinging to each other, their eyes lost in thought, as if their souls had been lost long ago, sitting here,

but two shells.

They were more emaciated than the last time I saw them.

It is not an exaggeration to say that one patient can bring down a family.

Seeing us appear, Shaw's eyes flashed a flash of surprise, pale face then showed a smile, with the

children a piece of the stand, this is probably the only way they can express their gratitude.

Exchanging glances with each other, without unnecessary words, I walked once again into the room

that seemed to suck the life out of people.

Unexpectedly, Hank actually awake, but he heard footsteps, his head did not return a moment,

dragging a weak voice, thinking tough to drive people away, "Here we go again, if you really love me

and want me to live a few more days, take the children and remarry before it is too late, do not appear

...... "

He has long been unable to support himself, will be these cone of words said in a staccato, every few

words to stop struggling to catch his breath.

This is probably not the first time he has said such harsh words, the purpose is simply to drive away

Zhang Yang mother and son, do not want to drag them down.

Or maybe the noble soul that is still alive does not want to be pitied.

The lower lip is tightly bitten, tears have slipped down the corners of the eyes, I tried hard not to let

myself cry out, but finally let out the sound of sibilance.

After Hank finished, the room was quiet for a while, as if sensing something was wrong, he finally

slowly tilted his head over.

The four eyes met at one point, and his eyes told me that my presence, for him, was a lynching.