Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 885 the Gibson family is involved

After getting out of the car, the only light in the eyes only the headlights of the car and the candlelight

coming from the castle gate, surrounded by boundless darkness as if it could be swallowed up at any

time, the cold winter wind whistling past, candlelight jumping, it seems that the whole castle is shaking.

Through the doorway, a familiar figure could be seen standing in the lobby. The man, draped in a black

cloak, was looking up at the portrait of Jesus on the wall, wondering what he was thinking. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Noticing our movement, the man turned his face, the moment the four eyes met, I frowned, some do

not want to believe.

"Hank?" Did he lure me here on purpose?

A year has passed, he seems like a different person, the whole jaw crawled with green and black

scruff, looks more manly.

"Finally, I see you again." Hank's voice was hoarse, and his eyes stared vacantly at my face, as if he

was looking through me at another person.

I looked a little strange at him and asked, "You were captured too?"

"Hmph, naive." The woman laughed sarcastically, then said to the bodyguard behind her, "Go up, the

doctor is waiting."

"It's all yours." Dropping these words at Hank, the woman joined her bodyguard and went upstairs.

Once they left, we were the only two left in the hall. The door behind us was closed by the maid, and it

was much quieter without the north wind howling.

"Come with me." Hank said, and then walked up the other side of the stairs opposite to the bodyguard

and them.

I was curious, but I followed obediently.

There are many rooms on the second floor, Hank led me down the corridor to the end before finally

stopping, opening the room on the right and standing sideways, "This is your room, get some rest

tonight."

I walked in with my feet up and looked around. The room was large, with candles lit on the walls and a

large European-style bed directly across from it, with a laptop computer sitting next to it, which seemed

out of place in the whole castle.

Hearing footsteps behind me, I immediately turned around and stopped Hank who was about to leave,

"Wait!"

He was half a head taller than me, and the man's body was extra wide, and the shadow covered me

almost completely, so that it made my movements look funny and ridiculous.

"Is there nothing you want to say?" I asked him, looking up.

Hank lowered his eyelids and looked at me condescendingly, without a hint of movement in his eyes,

"What do you want me to say?"

It was irritating to ask knowingly, and I didn't understand why he had suddenly become cold, but I had

to find out where the baby was.

I put my hand down and sighed, trying to be as calm as possible, "Why are you so familiar with the

people here, where's the baby, where's Shaw and Steve? You don't seem to be in the least bit

anxious."

Hank wrinkled his brow slightly and looked at the computer in the bedroom, "There's an update on the

baby on there, stay here and you'll see it every day from now on."

I looked at him and then turned my head to the computer, and it looked like Hank had been in the know

about the baby since the beginning.

There is suddenly so much resentment in the heart.

It's true that I put my life at risk for the sake of my children, but that doesn't take away the fact that I

was worried about Hank's well-being.

I gritted my teeth, lowered my eyes, and muttered to myself, "Why did you do it?"

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence, the house and the corridor quiet only the sound of candle

flames being blown by the wind and jumping.

After a long time, Hank's voice rang out again, "You're tired, go to bed early."

"Hank!" I was furious and anxious, but I couldn't stay the one who was deliberately pretending to be

deaf and dumb.

He walked straight out, his long legs didn't take more than a few steps to the entrance of the corridor,

then turned around, walked into the first room on the left, closed the door, in one fell swoop, and didn't

look back.

That position, like deliberately drawing a line in the sand with me, inexplicably, my heart some not

taste.

But my child's safety trumped everything else, and after only a moment of sadness, I quickly

approached my bedroom and turned on the computer.

There was only one file on the desktop, which wasn't hard to find. I immediately clicked on it, and then

the baby's face appeared, with a high nose and skinny cheeks, looking at the camera with blearily

eyes.

The tip of my nose was instantly sore, and I raised my hand to purse my lips in excitement.

The eyebrows, nose and eyes, who else could it be if not my son.

Under the excitement, I can't help but feel grateful that the baby is being well taken care of, although

still very thin, but the little eyes twinkling and very energetic.

At least on this point Hank is not lying, these people are not shortchanging their children.

Knowing that the child is safe and sound, all the way to the heart finally put down, shut down the

computer, I then calm down, think about the solution.

Escape is not possible, the child is still in their hands, I will never leave him behind.

That's why there are no bodyguards around the house, not even surveillance, they know my

weaknesses well.

It's just that it's always an unknown when you'll actually see your child.

Some discouraged lie down on the bed, I heaved a sigh, and suddenly, a cold touch came to my hand.

Take a look at it, it's actually a cell phone!

The most important thing is that there is actually no lock.

I pressed Dennis' number almost immediately and then fell into a tense wait.

Soon after a beep, Dennis' magnetic voice rang out across the room, "Clara."

"How did you know it was me?" This phone is loaded with what should be a foreign number, not to

mention no notes, originally did not expect him to answer.

"Seen Hank?" Dennis said.

It sounded strange, my excitement was suppressed and I whispered, "I saw it, but I ran abroad for the

sake of my children."

"Should I praise you for being a good mother?" Dennis suddenly became gloomy, and his subsequent

words were more than a little biting, "I was too indulgent with you to let you bully and threaten me with

the things I hold most dear."

My heart shuddered violently and I was speechless.

Dennis has been mired in hatred all his life, the only variable is to fall in love with me, my significance

to him is special, even the child can not be compared, and I took a gamble on myself, to bet on the

safety of the child.

If I win the bet, all will be happy, if I lose, Dennis will probably really hate me for life.

"Dennis ......" I didn't know what to say, so I called him by his first name.

There was a long silence across the table before Dennis' words came in a tossed voice, "This is the

first and last time, or I won't forgive."

I naturally knew how to give in when he didn't care, and I said, "As long as the baby is okay, I promise

there won't be a next time."

A deep, long sigh came over the phone before Dennis spoke again, "You should know why I resent you

hanging out with Hank so much."

The topic changed so quickly that I didn't react, "You knew there was something fishy about Hank's

disappearance?"

"Remember I told you that a few of the culprits from that year are still unclear?"

"You mean, the Gibson family is involved?!"