Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1229 Fortunately

The next day, Fidel arrived at his door in a military uniform.

"Congratulations, congratulations, the two of you have finally, kept the clouds and seen the moon."

I leaned into Dennis' arms, smiled at each other, and hurriedly made way to invite him in.

Once the tea was served, Dennis asked the most important question for me, "Benjamin, any news

yet?"

Fidel's tea just sip, sniffed and slowly put down, regretfully shook his head, "still checking, Boss Kim's

group is the same, like evaporated, no news."

"Doesn't that mean there's a good chance Benjamin will run away?" I frowned at once.

Identity aside, Benjamin is an incredibly smart man, and once out of the police's sight, it's only a matter Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

of time before he makes a comeback with his abilities.

Dennis and our family have nothing to apologize to him and should not be subjected to endless

harassment.

"Mrs. George need not be so pessimistic, to believe in my ability, so far, the border by my eyes, no one

has been able to return in one piece, you can rest assured, with the family to live some peace and

quiet, you do not need to worry about this matter." Fidel did not put Benjamin in his eyes.

It's not his fault.

Things only fall into their own heads, to know how terrible it really is.

Looking at the children playing in the small hall, my heart could not let go. Dennis was deeply affected

by the feud of the previous generation, do I want my children to repeat the same mistake and suffer the

pain of killing each other again?

No, never.

My heart sank, I looked at Fidel and said in a serious manner, "Mr. Felton, we can't be so passive, City

P has a population of nearly 100 million, trying to find a needle in a haystack is simply a fool's errand,

how about thinking differently, how about catching a turtle in a jar?"

"Oh?" Fidel raised an eyebrow, a bit of interest ignited in his eyes, "How do you catch a fish in a jar?"

Looked at Dennis before I said seriously again, "My way, can not guarantee that I can catch someone,

but can be a try ......"

The following morning, an ambulance pulled into the Kennedy Residence and took me to City P's best

private hospital, where I was diagnosed and eventually admitted to an emergency ward.

A flood of news swept through the major social media, and some even predicted that I would not live

past January.

This was a trap set to capture Benjamin, but it was Olivia who appeared first.

In order to let Benjamin deep into the hospital, the patients on this floor have basically been

transferred, patients and family members are replaced with plainclothes soldiers, guarded loosely,

Olivia is using this loophole to run in.

I was lying in an isolation ward, wearing an oxygen mask to absorb oxygen, when I opened my eyes, I

suddenly met Olivia's red and horrible eyes.

Noticing that I was scared, Olivia suddenly giggled, "Oh, you're scared too, Clara, don't you think you

deserve it? You've been fighting with me for half your life and you're still going to die in the end, it's just

a waste of time!"

I was a dying patient at the moment, and could do nothing but stare at her with wide open eyes without

a sound.

Olivia saw that I could not move, simply started circling around my hospital bed, while walking, while

lifting all the isolation shields protecting me and throwing them on the ground, "You've always relied on

others to protect you, before it was Dennis those men, now it's these broken shields, come, let me see

how tenacious you are, without this stuff, how long can you hold on? "

Saying that, she had approached the expensive medical equipment in the ward, muttering to herself

while turning the buttons on it haphazardly, "Unplug you all, break them all, I'll see how you still stare at

me! Why, if you want to die so early, why did you refuse to give Dennis to me in the first place! You've

ruined me, you've ruined me, I'm going to kill you myself and watch you die from your illness!"

By the end of the day, even the ECG detector was made to look like a straight line to her.

When I saw that I was about to be exposed, I immediately had to press the help button in the quilt to let

the police ambush next door to come over and subdue the person first.

But a second before she pressed it, Olivia suddenly hugged the zeroed ECG detector and shouted in

ecstasy, "Haha, dead, Clara is dead, I've finally killed her, I've killed Clara! Never again!"

She opened her eyes like a bronze bell and snapped up to me, then suddenly became nervous again,

put up her index finger to her lips and made a hush gesture, "Hush! Clara is dead, Dennis is dead, the

world is mine and I can do whatever I want! I'm the queen, and I want the whole world to love me! I

want the whole world to love me!"

She screamed twice wildly and then became lost in thought as she kept repeating the words, "I want

the whole world to love me, the whole world to love me ......"

While muttering to himself, he walked out aimlessly, as if he could not see me, and as if he was

possessed.

It took a while before someone pretending to be a nurse snuck in and asked how I was doing, "Mrs.

George, Mr. George asked me to come in and see if you were okay, I think that crazy woman ran out of

the psychiatric department, did she scare you?"

"It's fine." I shook my head, "Call a professional to come over and get the machine back up."

"Okay, you wait a moment, I'll be right there."

I didn't care about this little incident, I was only concerned about whether Benjamin would fall for it.

And if he doesn't come, what then.

If he runs away, I will not have peace of mind for the rest of my life.

Finally, late the next night, the entire floor suddenly rang out in unison with the sound of intensive

footsteps, I opened my eyes to see, all the ambush people all a brain to run downstairs.

It goes without saying that only Benjamin is worthy of this lineup.

I hurriedly untied the IV tube that was stuck to my body to confuse my vision, put on my jacket and

chased after the crowd.

Running to the back exit, I saw Benjamin surrounded by police men in the middle of the road.

Against such desperadoes, even if he did not show his firearms, all police officers still sought cover and

did not dare to rush forward.

Benjamin scoffed at this, his mouth curled in contempt, defying the crowd with disdain.

This makes the police even more scared, fearing that he has long arranged a backstroke and anyone

who comes near him will be in danger.

He quickly saw me in the crowd, then his gaze sank for a moment and he asked, half-heartedly,

"Clara? Are you really sick?"

Obviously, he guessed we would pull some kind of stunt, but he came anyway.

For a moment, I was touched, but only for a second.

The look on his face when he just intimidated the police, I saw it all too clearly, that reminded me what

a horrible being he was, and that one more point of compassion might be a sharp weapon to hurt my

family and friends later.

"No," I admitted frankly, "as you thought, it was just a trap, and you fell for Benjamin."

Benjamin smiled bitterly at the words, "Yes, well, fortunately ......"

"It's not good news for you."