Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1108 I want him to owe me

The crystal vapor in Shaw's eyes instantly drifted away and her gaze darkened, clearly this outcome

was not within her vision.

Yes, she made so many concessions to get his heart and soul, how is he still not satisfied.

She just wants her husband, the one she loves, to live, is this too much?

No one can give an answer, just as no one can persuade her to turn back.

Looking at Shaw's complexion, it is estimated that he has not eaten much during this period of time, so

he even coaxed the mother and son to go to the nearest Chinese restaurant.

Dennis took the lead and ordered seven or eight dishes, which were quickly served.

Shaw still couldn't fight the spirit, and only casually instructed the child, "Eat."

When he finished, he held his chopsticks and followed the example of those performance artists, not

moving a muscle.

Helplessly sighing, he picked up the bowl in front of him and advised while serving soup, "Man is iron

and rice is steel, who will take care of Hank when his body is broken?"

Then he got up and put the soup in front of the child, and picked up his empty bowl and gave it to

Shaw, "Good boy, eat, eat enough to take care of your mother."

Fortunately, the child did not inherit the stubbornness of either parent, and after listening to me and

glancing at Shaw, he obediently picked up his chopsticks and ate very quietly.

Just sitting down, Dennis naturally picked up his bowl and served the soup in front of me.

Smiling, he took it, and glancing at Hank's son eating, he couldn't help but look at him twice more,

"What's your name, son?"

"Steve Gibson," he looked up at me, his eyes looked very much like Hank's, but his eyes were more

pure than Hank's, this young man, is youthful and rosy.

"Steve Gibson ......" Followed by a silent reading, could not help but hold the corners of the mouth, "is a

good name, simple and warm, like the sun, you have to be the light of your mother, make her strong do

not think nonsense, you know little one ~"

"Mmm!" Steve nodded firmly, eyes wide open, like a soldier who voted his heart out, only with food still

wrapped in his mouth and cheeks puffed up, which in turn was a bit cute.

Shaw taught his children well and did not refuse to accept the kindness of bystanders because of the

feud between adults.

Smiling gratefully, his eyes turned just in time to catch a glimpse of Shaw's deep sigh.

"If even you give up, there's really no hope for Hank."

I can't help but frown after saying that, after so many changes, Hank's side is left to rely on, actually

only Shaw and I remain.

This same phrase is reminding myself that I can't let go, no matter what.

Life in the world for life, to the second half of the process, the deceased is like a subtraction, to a less

one, to this kind of time, has been unable to care about those grudges, only want to tighten the people

dragged, stay.

Dennis did not react much, calmly put his hand on the back of my hand, giving me some strength

through the warmth of his palm.

"To give up, I would not have waited until now." Shaw's pale face gave a bitter laugh, "I just don't

understand, Hank loves you so much, for your sake several deaths and several lives, losing everything

is not afraid, not just a disease, how can not persist a little firm? I thought he was so ruthless and

determined that he was fearless, but it turns out he was just a coward."

"Don't say that in front of the child." Although the heart follows the sadness, but do not want to be seen

by the child, low mood is the most terrible plague, contagious and deadly, now they need hope, not

empathy.

"Why shouldn't I say anything!" Shaw's emotions suddenly became agitated, "He's the one who came

to mess with me, he's the one who stole my heart and abandoned it, I gave up everything and suffered

everything for love of him, I'm the one who never left his care when he was too sick to take care of

himself, I've seen all his unbearable looks, I'm the one who stayed with him the longest, how come I'm

not qualified to judge him! "

She slapped the table with a bang and stood up violently, "You don't want me to say it, I'll say it. Hank

is a coward, a coward, he's not a man!"

This scene happened so suddenly that not only were we startled, but Steve, probably seeing his

mother in such a state of discomfort for the first time, froze in his chopstick-holding motion.

Everyone's attention was on Shaw, as if everything was frozen in place.

At first she was furious, but in an instant, her shoulders loosened, her eyes were wet with tears, and

her pupils were instantly stained with blood, and only her stubborn, tightly closed lips were still holding

the last walls of the city.

She was finally going to run out of steam after all.

Before she met Hank, she was just a little princess who didn't know anything about the world. After she

met him, her world was turned upside down, and she was tormented by the fact that she couldn't love

him.

It was hard to wait until Hank was sick and could no longer get rid of himself, she thought she could

stay with him for life, but he insisted on dying, how absurd, how ridiculous, God's joke on her was too

big.

She realized that Hank had really given up, that the last straw was on her and she really couldn't carry

it.

The emotional infection came unawares, and when I found my nose was sore, it was too late to restrain

it.

Steve's voice trembled with fear and distress, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

The mother on the verge of collapse, the child who didn't know what was going on, everything was

stimulating my empathy and, not surprisingly, I would be completely infected by the atmosphere.

At this point Dennis's hand on the back of my hand suddenly used force, wrapping my entire hand in

his warm hand.

"If it's hard, cry it out, no one rules that the patient's family must die to the end."

Dennis's voice is not loud, but very clear, and every word carries a sense of security that comes

naturally from a strong man.

I settled down, and in an instant the cries of a woman breaking down rang out in the booth, and Shaw

fell into a chair, covering her face with her hands, almost out of breath.

Steve cried too, getting up restlessly to stand by her side, his small hands soothing her back one after

another, the only effort he could muster.

Tears flowed down, Dennis then wiped away, perhaps because he was controlling the scene, my

emotions did not run further, but was able to stand well in an objective perspective, private empathy

with their mother and son without disturbing.

I don't know how long it took for the room to calm down, Shaw finally calmed down, only his eyes and

nose were red from crying, squinting slightly, probably not able to see very well.

Calming the children, Shaw looked over at us and lowered his head apologetically, "Sorry for scaring

you."

"It's okay, just vent it out, always keep it inside, you'll get sick." I said.

Shaw pale smile, did not retort, but only gently stroked Steve's hair, gentle and patient look, as if it can

probation time all the unpleasant, as if just sobbing, and she is simply two people.

She was too tired, Hank's body was dying, and her soul, nowhere intact.

"Otherwise, Hank will leave the rest of his treatment to Dennis and me, and you take the baby and go

back to recuperate for a while." Even if it was for our once-in-a-lifetime acquaintance, I was looking

forward to doing more for her.

"No need." Shaw suddenly laughed, swept us a glance, looked at the child again, and said half-jokingly,

"I'm going to spend time with him, spend all my strength on him, and I want him to owe me, and if he

can't pay me back in this life, he'll do it in the next."

She finished and took a long breath, rubbed her hands up and down Steve's arms, and said smittenly,

"Steve, don't ever love someone too much in the future, you know?"