Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 891 Saying what you mean

Hank did not answer directly, but instead digressed, "You think about it, this room, all the children born

on the same day as your son, as long as you fancy, can take away."

"What do you mean?" It seemed he meant something else.

"You just want kids, they're so young they won't have past memories, or are you just not confident in

yourself and afraid you won't be able to treat someone else's kids like your own?" Hank said.

I hear you, Hank seems to want me to find a replacement in this for the child I had with Dennis?

Hank didn't know about Dennis' private approach to me, and by definition, he shouldn't be ingratiating

himself with me, and most importantly, the idea was comical.

Shaking my head, I looked at Hank mockingly and sneered, "To this day, there's still nothing in your

eyes that you can't find a replacement for."

Although invisible and inscrutable, but also because of this, can not be erased, this truth, Hank

probably will never understand.

"I'm curious, what exactly do you get out of doing this?"

You've tricked me by all means, but now you want me to run away with someone else's child, isn't that

contradictory?

Hank, though stubborn, is not stupid, and must have his purpose for doing so.

Hank narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before speaking again, "What's so great about

following Dennis, you and the baby, he can't protect either of them, Clara, I'm the only one who will

always put you first, as long as you nod your head, we'll take the baby now and run away from these

feuds, I promise you I'll keep you and the baby safe. "

Guarantee?

In this moment, Hank's assurance is too cheap.

But one thing that worked in my favor was that Hank, while obsessed with getting me, didn't want to

hurt me, so it seems he wasn't the mastermind behind all of this.

"Do they have Shaw and the baby?" I asked.

Perhaps it is because of this that Hank is available to them.

Speaking of this, Hank's eyes suddenly became fierce and he looked at me with some annoyance, "I'm

asking you now, assuming your son is never recovered, there is now an opportunity for me to take you

and one of the children here and leave, do you want to go!"

The feeling of danger came over me, and I was so flustered by his look that I unconsciously made a

swallowing motion.

But the bottom line is the bottom line, and I can't leave my children with Dennis to fend for themselves.

I opened my mouth and clenched my fist, I calmed down and was about to open my mouth to respond

to him when a figure suddenly flashed in through the door, and in the blink of an eye, had tackled Hank,

with the cold light of the blade against his neck.

The man controlled Hank before slowly revealing half of his body, and it was actually Vivian .

They're not in cahoots? This is fratricide?

Without waiting for my reaction, an eerie voice came in leisurely through the door.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I warned you, don't be a smartass."

At the end of the sentence, Edward's figure was like a ghost, peeking out from Vivian's side and

standing in a ghostly position.

He looked at me, his thin lips opened and closed, with a smile in his eyes, like an evil ghost crawling

out of hell, ghastly, "Clara, I told you, I'll see you soon, I kept my word, right?"

I took a sharp breath, gritted my teeth and was speechless.

Although I had guessed that this might have something to do with Edward, I was still surprised to see

him here.

An opponent who doesn't know the details is certainly scary, but when it comes to Edward, it's not quite

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Some people, even if they know their roots, can never imagine how evil he can do.

"Sir, what about this guy?" Vivian said, the knife in his hand rubbed against Hank's neck again, his face

overflowing with excitement and excitement, seemingly full of anticipation for the bloodthirsty thing.

It turns out that Vivian is Edward's person, so that makes sense of those inexplicable words.

Edward sniffed, lifted his foot and walked over, stopping only half a step away from them, and was

silent for a few seconds, then kicked Hank to the ground.

During this time abroad, Edward seems to have gotten much stronger physically, and Hank falls to the

ground and drags himself along for some distance, hitting the wall before stopping.

"Give you a chance, how do you not know how to cherish it?" Edward propped his hands on his knees,

bowed his body, like looking at prey to survey Hank, "My people, you also dare to hit the idea, what do

you think I should do with you ......"

Hank leaned against the wall, his face was not convinced, but could not say a word, seemed to be very

afraid of Edward.

"Sir, don't get your hands dirty, leave it to me." Vivian volunteered.

It seems that Vivian wants Hank's life more than Edward's.

Edward looked at Hank, and then inclined his head to look at me, thought about it, and finally did not

agree, "Forget it, first shut up, keep it still useful."

"But, Mr. ......" Vivian clearly had something to say.

Edward didn't give her a chance to finish, his icy eyes flung over, his voice indifferent, "You're

questioning my decision?"

"No, I don't dare." Vivian lowered her head and immediately admitted her mistake, "I will do as you

have instructed."

When he returned, he was followed by two foreign men who were heavily armed and armed with

firearms, one on the left and one on the right, who took Hank out.

When he turned around, Hank gave me a meaningful glance, and was finally dragged away stiffly.

Probably because of the noise just now is too big, even the original sleeping babies are awakened,

now all cry, the whole room is in an uproar.

"Let's go and talk in a quiet place."

Edward's voice pulled me back to reality. Once he finished, he took the lead and walked out with his

feet up. Vivian stood at the door, staring at me with a pair of charming eyes, like a door god, not to be

messed with, I froze for a moment and followed him.

Edward did not leave this underground factory, but instead took me deeper and deeper.

After turning a few corners, I finally entered another room.

There was only a stone bed in the room, and cold incandescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

After walking in, Vivian closed the door outside, leaving Edward and me alone in the room.

His back was to me, one hand on the stone bed, walking around the edge step by step very slowly, not

knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he finally opened his mouth to break the silence.

"Clara, you've failed a lot of people. Can you repay all these feelings in your life?"

Feelings can not be forced, this is the thinking of all normal people.

But in the eyes of Edward's type of people, it becomes a deficit.

Two worlds, who can not convince to change the other, and what is the need to argue.

I didn't want to answer, pursed my lips and waited to see what would happen.

Now I just want to know what Edward's purpose is by going to all this trouble.

If we don't get this straightened out, there will never be any peace in the future for my little family and

Dennis.