Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 250 You’ll be in Prison for at Least a few years 3

I went straight to the bathroom, and when I came out, Olivia was transferred to the general ward.

Olivia woke up after the anesthetic. Her face turned pale and she lay on the bed numb for a few

seconds.

Seeing Luna and Samuel were there, she said hoarsely, “Mom, dad, why am I here?”

Luna said, holding her. “You’re hurt. Mr. George brought you here.”

Olivia froze, probably thinking about what had happened to her.

She looked around the room and saw Dennis. Her eyes suddenly turned red. She looked at Dennis and This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

said hoarsely, “It hurts!”

With that, tears came out of her eyes and she reached out her hand to Dennis in a pitiful way to pull

him. But she made a slight movement and pulled at the wound, making a long hiss of pain.

Dennis stepped up and grabbed her. “You just got out of surgery,” he said seriously. “Don't move!”

Olivia grabbed him and shot her eyes sharply at me. “Dennis, it’s Clara. She wanted to kill me! She

wanted to kill me! This woman is horrible. You can’t be with her. She’s horrible.”

Then she raised her voice and pointed at me and yelled, “Get out of here, I don’t want to see you, get

out!”

I pressed my lips together and looked at her, expressionless. My eyes rested on Dennis. She leaned on

him, and the pain in my heart began to spread.

Looking at Luna and Samuel, she raised her voice and said, “Mom, Dad, I’m going to Sue her. I’m

going to Sue her for intentional assault!”

Then she looked around for her phone.

Luna and Samuel didn’t bring her the phone, but looked at her in complicated ways, and at me even

more complicated.

Dennis didn’t say anything, just letting her look for her phone and dialing out the three numbers herself.

“Hello? Here’s been intentional injury, serious injury!”

Then she told them her address quickly.

I looked at Dennis and saw that his face was sullen, but he still didn’t say a word.

Mario looked at me, paused and said, “Come on, I’ll take you home!”

I pressed my lips together and said carelessly, “I’ll wait for the police!”

Mario frowned. “Dennis is here. He’ll take care of it. Come on, I’ll take you home!”

I sneered, still looking at Dennis, “so if I leave, I’ll be more guilty?”

Mario stopped talking and stared at Dennis, waiting for him to speak, but Dennis showed no intention of

speaking.

It wasn’t long before two young men in police uniforms arrived. When they saw the people in the ward,

they both froze. It seemed that they both knew us.

After all, we were the most famous people in City P, and they probably had saw us on the news a lot.

The two young men walked over to Olivia’s bed and said, “Miss Pearson? Did you just call the police?”

It was too quiet in the ward. Olivia looked at Luna and Samuel’s attitude and seemed surprised. Why

didn’t they say a word the whole time?

But she didn’t think anything of it. She just looked at me, raised her hand, pointed at me and said, “It’s

her. I’m suing her for attempted homicide.”

Two young men looked at me, walked up to me and said, “Miss, please come with us.”

“It wasn’t her. I can testify to that. She didn’t do it.” Nanny Daisy arrived at some point, got in front of

me, looked at them and said, “Officer, she didn’t kill anyone. You’ve got the wrong man.”

Olivia suddenly sneered. “Not her? Did I stab myself?”

Nanny Daisy glared at her and roared, “You hurt yourself. You are setting her up on purpose.”

Olivia didn't expect her to say that. She glared at her. “You’re a liar.”

She was a little anxious. “And Yara, too. Yara was there. She can vouch for me.”

She had her cell phone in her hand and was hurriedly calling Yara. The phone rang outside the

hallway.

Yara came to the hospital from the beginning, but she was always in the lobby. Now Olivia called her.

She came up and looked at the people in the ward frowning.

When Olivia saw her, she said excitedly, “Aunt, please tell the police that Clara stabbed me. She tried

to kill me. You saw that. You tell the police, ok?”

Yara looked in Dennis's direction, but Dennis had a dark face and deep eyes, showing no emotion.

She looked sideways at me and said with a slight frown, “I was in my bedroom. I don’t know exactly

what happened, but you were being loaded into an ambulance when I got out.”

Olivia looked at her in disbelief and said, “Auntie, you saw it. Why didn’t you tell them?”

The police were confused. They didn’t know exactly what was going on.

Olivia grabbed Dennis and her eyes turned red. “Dennis, you saw it, you saw it with your own eyes, you

told them Clara was going to kill me, just tell them!”

Dennis pursed his lips and said nothing, but his dark eyes fell on me, eerily deep.

Dennis didn’t speak, and there was a moment of awkwardness in the ward. Especially the two

policemen. The room was full of important people, and they couldn’t say anything.

After a pause, one of the policemen looked at me and said, “Miss, would you please come with us and

take a statement? We’ll decide on the details after we get a better balance.”

I nodded, but Nanny Daisy stopped them with excitement, “You can’t take her without proof. Based on

her word alone? Is that the way you deal with things?”

I sighed and knew Nanny Daisy was worried that if I went to the police station, there would be a record

that would be bad for me.

I said to her, “It’s okay. I’ll just go with them. You don’t have to worry.”

I headed straight out of the ward. From the moment I did that to Olivia, I never thought I’d get away with

it.

“It’s not her!” I just got to the door, and Dennis, who had been silent, started talking.

I froze and turned back unconsciously.

Olivia, who was probably not expecting him to say this, stared at him in disbelief and bellowed,

“Dennis, how could you? Do you know what you’re doing?”

Not just Olivia, but Yara.

Her eyes narrowed and her lips tightened.

“That’s not logical. Miss Pearson had an accident in my house, so why would she, as a stranger, be in

my house in the middle of the night? If my wife had intended to hurt her, how could she have chosen

such an obvious way? The handle was in Miss Pearson’s hand.”