Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 248 You’ll be in Prison for at Least a few years 1

See? Everything seemed to have been arranged in advance. I was in a mood to kill, and Dennis came

in and saw me stab Olivia exactly.

A pool of blinding red blood was slowly discoloring beneath Olivia, the knife still in her stomach.

Dennis put his arm around her and looked at Nanny Daisy with a ghastly look on her face. “Call the

doctor now!" he said.

I looked at them, distracted. I didn’t think it was so scary. At that moment, I thought Olivia had to die. If

she did, my world would be at peace.

Dennis picked her up and looked at me with his dark, cold eyes. His thin lips were pressed together to

show no emotion.

Our eyes met, but they were all cold.

I suddenly felt like laughing. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t seem to. Watching myself grin, I was filled

with joy, not fear.

He looked at me, his handsome face full of cold, extremely cold. His frown conveyed anger, rebuke and

indifference.

Looking into his eyes, I felt as if a knife was slowly cutting into my heart. Every time the knife went in,

the pain spread, and I could hardly breathe.

I took a breath and sank to the ground as he carried Olivia out of the villa.

“Clara!” Nanny Daisy grabbed me and looked at me worriedly and said, “Don't be afraid, it’s all right, it’s

all right!”

I shook my head. I wasn’t worried about Olivia at all. It was Dennis I was worried about. Olivia was

right. Whenever anything happens to Olivia, Dennis worried and cared for her more than I could

imagine.”

He couldn’t let her go. He just couldn’t.

Looking at Nanny Daisy, I choked up and said, “It hurts in here!”

She put her arms around me, lifted me up and sat me down on the sofa.

There was a siren outside, which was very loud. A shrill alarm resounded through the quiet villa area.

With the alarm ringing, Yara came in, still in her nightgown, her eyes on my bloody hands.

She took a slight breath and said reproachfully, “There’s a price to pay for killing. Even if you hate her

so much, there’s no need to do it so blatantly. The Lewis family will never let you go.”

I pressed my lips together, my mood slowly levelled, and I said nothing.

It was not that Dennis didn’t love Olivia. How could he just let go of all those years of companionship?

He was pretending so well, transferring responsibility and guilt to me into love, that he shifted his NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

kindness to Olivia onto me.

I took his duplicated kindness as his love for me. It never occurred to me that if anything went wrong,

Dennis would pick Olivia over me for no reason.

Seeing my silence, Yara knew I couldn't hear what she was saying, so she sighed a little, went into the

bedroom, changed her clothes and left.

Nanny Daisy was with me when I stood there for a long time. She stopped me as I went out, and said

anxiously, “Clara, where are you going?”

“To the hospital.”

She stopped me quickly. “Don’t go now. Mr. George and the Lewis family are probably angry now, and

it won’t do you any good. Okay, just stay home, and we’ll deal with this when everyone cools down,

okay?”

I sat on the sofa and buried my face in my palms, my heart and head aching. The villa became

unusually quiet.

What followed was endless confusion and bewilderment.

After a long time, footsteps could be heard in the villa and Nanny Daisy’s voice could be heard, too,

“Dr. Bennett, why aren’t you at the hospital?”

I was surrounded by a huge shadow. A little annoyed, I looked up and saw Mario’s long body standing

in front of me, cold and distant.

I stared at the blood on my hands and said coldly, “If you’re here to blame me or hold me accountable,

please talk to my lawyer. I’m in a really bad mood right now, and there’s no guarantee that I would hit

you if I broke down.”

Mario Bennett…

He looked at me with helpless eyes. After a while, he said, “There seems to be no knife around here.

How are you going to hurt me?”

I pressed my lips together, annoyed, and said no more.

He sat down beside me and Nanny Daisy offered him tea. He drank his tea and didn't seem to have

any intention of speaking.

I looked at him, frowning. “Didn’t you come to scold me?”

He scowled. “Why should I blame you? It wasn’t my woman who was stabbed.”

I…

“So you came to laugh at me?”

He snorted and sneered. “Do I seem so bored?”

Then you were here for fun.

There was hurrying footsteps in the yard. It must have been Dennis.

He came in with blood on his hands, and the gloom on his face made me feel alienated.

He pressed his lips together and spoke coldly to me. “Go to the hospital!”

“No!”

He lowered his voice, and it was clear that he was repressing emotion. “Go now!” Then he pulled me to

my feet, whether I wanted to or not.

He dragged me by the wrist toward the yard and threw me into the car.He started the car and headed

straight for the hospital.

Olivia was taken to the ICU. Dennis tugged at my hand, probably out of anger, with extra strength.

My wrist hurt, I suppressed anger said, “Let go of me, if she dies, I’ll pay for her life. You don’t have to

humiliate me in advance!”

At the sound of my voice, he looked back at me, realized he had acted rudely, and let go of my hand.

He grabbed so hard that the bruises on my wrists stood out.

He frowned, and perhaps he didn’t see it coming and said, “I’m sorry, I...”

I pressed my lips together and said, “It’s all right. I won’t die of this anyway.”

He frowned, the cold in his eyes was particularly strong. His thin lips were tightly pressed against his

anger. “Clara, how could you do that? As much as you hate her, she’s lost her baby, her mother’s been

punished. You’re… out of line.”

I sneered and said casually, “Am I? I thought I wasn’t cruel enough to give her a chance to be saved.”

He paused angrily for a moment and said, “Do you really think Samuel Lewis is that easy to mess with?

He’s been searching for his daughter for 20 years. If anything were to happen to her, do you think

anyone would be able to protect you?”

I said quietly, “If Olivia does die, I’ll pay for it. I have nothing to lose. When someone like me dies, it’s

worth it to take her with me.”

He was angry and disappointed in me. “Nothing to lose? Clara, you are so heartless. What do you take

those people around you for?”

Fidgeting, I sat in my chair and ignored his accusations.