Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 166 We Still Have Feelings Each Other 4

I didn't want to go out, but after thinking a while, I decided to go out to relax with Hank.

It was late autumn, and it was getting dark early. Hank's outstanding appearance attracted many

people's attention, especially the young women who came out for a walk.

I felt tired and sat on the lounge chair under a street lamp. I looked up at Hank and said, "The girl who

marries you will be very happy."

He frowned and put his both hands into his pocket, and asked, "Are you happy now?"

I was stunned and thought of something bad. I lowered my head and said nothing.

He sighed and sat beside me. He patted my back gently and said, "I'm sorry!"

I shook my head. It had nothing to do with him at all. It was I who could not forget the past.

"Have you left a photo of him?" I choked, and my hands were trembling.

He raised his hand to wipe my tears, and sighed, "Don't watch it. It will be fine!"

I didn't have the courage to bury my child personally and see what he looked like.

Hank said that it was a boy who weighed 2.3 KG. He was white and fat, and looked very cute.

I didn't have the courage to see him. I was afraid that I could not control myself and died with him. I

was afraid that if I saw my child, I would not allow him to be buried.

"Okay, I don't watch it!" I closed my eyes and felt a little pain in my palm.

It was getting dark and a little cold. Hank stood up and then helped me up, "Let's go back! It's cold."

I nodded and walked back slowly with him.

Suddenly, Hank stopped. I looked up at him and saw him looking ahead indifferently. I also looked

ahead.

I felt confused why Yara was here

Seeing me and Hank, Yara quickly walked toward us. She held me and asked, "Clara, where have you

been these days? What's going on? Where's your child?"

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Hank frowned and looked at Yara. He asked, "Why are you coming here?"

Yara was stunned for a moment. She frowned and looked at Hank, "Hank, why are you with Clara

here? Why don't you return home these days? What happens? Dennis is going to be crazy for looking

for Clara. Do you think it is appropriate to do this?"

Hank sneered. He said, "Is he going to be crazy for looking for Clara? Do you think we are idiots?"

"Hank!" Yara said angrily, "Pay attention to your wording!"

"My wording?" Hank sneered and said, "You know clearly what you have done. Go back and tell

Dennis that Clara doesn't need him, and ask him to stay away from Clara."

Yara did not want to talk with Hank. She held my hand and said, "Clara, if you don't want to see

Dennis, you can go back with me. You shouldn't stay here with Hank. Hank is an unmarried man, and

you are married. If someone knows that you and Hank are with here together, it will affect the face of

the Gibson family and the Georges!"

"Well!" Hank laughed sarcastically and said, "Don't you know that the face of the Gibson family and the

Georges is already lost by you? Do you want to put the blame on us now?"

Hearing that, Yara was speechless.

I was in a bad mood, so I pushed her hand away. I said nothing and rushed to the gate.

Yara called me from behind. She wanted to follow after me, but she was stopped by Hank. Hank

shouted, "It is enough. You hurt Clara so much. The child already died on the night when Dennis and

Olivia were engaged two months ago. He was suffocated to death. Where were you at that time?

Where were you when she was locked in the warehouse? The child is dead, and the former Clara is

also dead. Now she has nothing to do with the Georges."

I stopped and looked at Dennis. He was standing in front of me and looked very painful.

Hank said angrily, "Go back and tell Dennis to stay away from Clara, or I'll beat him up every time I see

him."

Dennis looked at me and walked toward me step by step. I couldn't move, and felt very painful.

"What's wrong with the child?" He said in a low voice.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say a word.

Hank walked toward me. When he saw Dennis, he said angrily, "The child is already dead because he

couldn't be given birth. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Shut up!" Dennis was furious. Her eyes were scarlet and he tried to suppress his anger. He looked at

me and asked, "Clara, tell me, what's wrong with the child?"

I wanted to speak, but I felt so painful that I couldn't say a word. I could only look at him.

After a long time, I took a deep breath and said, "He is dead!" Two words hurt me deeply.

Dennis took a step back, as if he couldn't stand still. He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

I knew that he cried.

In the past, he told me that people could not always cry. If only the flesh and bones were injured, there

was nothing to cry about.

Only when one's heart was hurt would one cry.

I was so depressed that I felt dizzy. I quickly grabbed Hank's hand and said in a low voice, "Take me

back!"

Seeing that I was uncomfortable, Hank picked me up and returned home.

After I took the medicine, he put me on the bed and comforted me, "Don't think too much. They didn't

blame you. They just didn't know what you were suffering."

I didn't say anything, and my tears fell uncontrollably.

Life was really hard!

Time passed little by little, but I still couldn't fall asleep. At two o'clock in the morning, Hank received a

phone call. Yank's condition worsened and he was sent to the emergency room.

Before he left, he was worried about me. He left a mobile phone beside me and said, "Have a good

sleep. Call me if you need help. I already mark Diana's and Alex's phone numbers inside. If you can't

sleep, you can chat with Alex."

I nodded and smiled, "Be careful on the way!"

He nodded and hurried out.

It was normal for me that I could not fall asleep in the past few months. In fact, I could sleep after taking

medicines, but it's not good for my health to eat too much.

Hank was worried that I would rely on it if I took too many medicines to resist depression, so he asked

me to take it when I couldn't control myself.