Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 212 The Man Who Spoke by Power 6

I pressed my lips together and changed the subject. “What are you guys doing here?” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

He looked away from the empty glass on the table and answered unquestionably, “Who spilled it?”

I frowned. “Are you going to beat her up or give her a cup of coffee?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Which do you prefer?”

I…

“All right, you guys go talk. I'm gonna go. I have work to do!” What was the point? He couldn’t beat

Olivia up anyway, and besides, he wouldn’t.

He took me by the wrist, “What did she want to talk to you about?”

I felt a little headache and impatient. “Dennis, let’s talk about it when we get home. Why don’t you go

talk to them first?”

Breaking his hand apart, I walked straight out of the cafe.

I didn't get far before Dennis followed me. He threw his coat around me. “You didn’t drive here, did

you? I’ll take you home later and change your clothes before you go to work.”

I scowled and shook my head. “No, it’s already done. I’ll go to work to deal with some business and go

back.”

“What do you have to do right now?” he said crossly. When I looked at him, he became less serious

and said, “Go back to your bath and change your clothes. Don’t you feel bad?”

“It’s okay.”

“Clara!” He frowned. “We could get along better, more like a couple, not like that!”

I scowled unconsciously. As Nanny Daisy said, he had been really trying to handle things well lately,

and I could see his care and attention.

After a pause, I looked at him and nodded. “Well, you can take me home.”

His face brightened a little and he pulled me into the car. “Won’t you tell them goodbye?” I said as we

started.

“It’s all right!” After answering me, he drove straight to the villa.

Back at the villa, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. When I came out, Dennis was on the

balcony talking on the phone.

The balcony was not big, so I can still hear Olivia on the other end of the phone.

Dennis didn’t seem very happy and his voice was low, “Olivia, you and I can deal with this between us,

you don't need to mess with Clara.”

Olivia snapped. “What do you mean I picked on her? Did she complain to you?”

“No!” Dennis lowered his voice, looked back at me at the noise behind him, and came straight in from

the balcony.

Olivia's voice was loud and irritated. “What makes you think I did it? Am I that bad in your heart?”

Dennis didn’t really want to talk about this. He paused.

“This is the last time. There will be no next time. If this is about your mother, then you can come to me,

because I’m involved, and I’m only going to be more involved.”

“Dennis!” Olivia sounded furious. “My mother was just trying to protect me. What did she do to deserve

this?”

Dennis frowned, his eyes on me and motioned for me to dry my hair. I looked at him sideways and

didn’t want to go.

He smiled, then looked serious again at the phone, “I’m just trying to get justice for my kid. Am I

wrong?”

This left her speechless.

Olivia had nothing to say and just hung up.

Dennis tossed the phone away, pulled me down and wiped my hair.

His phone rang several times, but he didn’t answer it. I lost my temper and looked back at him. “You

take care of your business!”

He said very calmly, “ Let me dry your hair first!”

And I…

After a long time, when my hair was dry, he was ready to go.

Seeing him out of the door, I went straight to the office. I was going to talk to Hank about AI. The

project had just started, and I hadn’t figured out many things yet, so I wanted to talk to him about it

carefully.

But after a long search, I heard his assistant say he was in the hospital, and that Yank Gibson was

dying.

I called Hank several times, but I couldn’t get through. I didn’t know what was going on, so I called

Yara.

When I got through, all I could hear were heart-wrenching cries, but they weren’t Yara’s.

I said, “Yara, How’s Mr. Gibson?”

“Please tell Dennis he’s dead. Tell him to come to the hospital with you. Let him talk to Hank about the

funeral.” Yara’s voice was calm. I couldn’t pick out any emotion.

I was a little stunned, and I couldn’t react. Why did Yank die so suddenly?

Wasn’t he fine before?

I asked for the address and went straight there. Dennis was probably busy and didn’t answer his

phone, so I just texted him the address and went there myself.

Yank was dead by the time I got to the hospital. Gloria sat half-paralyzed in the doorway of the hospital

room, her face haggard and lifeless.

Yara wasn’t there, and neither was Hank. Gloria looked up at me at the noise.

I didn’t know why, but all of a sudden she ran at me and threw me to the ground, Shouting, “None of

the George family are good people. Your aunt took my husband, you took my son, you’re both bad

people.”

Gloria got too emotional and pulled me around, hitting and cursing. I was caught off guard, and she

pushed me so hard that I was pinned to the ground, and she scratched blood from my face and neck.

She ripped my hair off a lot, and the nurse saw that and pulled her away.

She must have been stimulated. She was a little crazy, desperately cursed at me, “You’re gonna get

what you deserve, all of you. Yara, just because you inherited the Gibson Family doesn’t mean you

won. I will fight with you for the rest of my life, and you will go to hell.”

Hank was taking care of Yank’s death paperwork. When he came back, he looked at me and said,

“What happened?”

Gloria stunned me for a moment. I looked at her and shook my head. “I don’t know,” I said.

Yara came and looked at Gloria, who was half crazy. She just frowned and gave me a look. “Are you

okay?”

I shook my head and I was worried about Hank. His father had just died, and his mother was like this.

He was just a man, although he looked calm on the surface. I didn’t know what was going on in his

heart.

Yank’s body was taken directly to the funeral home for cremation. The funeral was scheduled for next

month. Hank took care of everything and sent Gloria away.

He looked at Yara and said simply, “My father has given you the management of the Gibson Family. I

will make a handover to the company as soon as possible and then go back to Country M.”

Yara nodded slightly, with a light emotion on her face.

I was stunned for a few seconds, and then I realized that Yank had handed over the Gibson Family to

Yara. Hank was the son of Yank. How could he...

Hank said and walked wearily out of the hospital. I followed, not knowing how to comfort him. “Hank,

have you eaten yet?”