Please Love Me, Mr. George

Lydia, however, snorted and scoffed, "That ungrateful creature. Freddy had been kind to him for nothing."

"Stop the nonsense!" Andrew threw a ferocious stare at her and looked at me helplessly. "It’s getting late, and Old Mr. George is resting in peace now. Go home early."

"OK. Thank you, Mr. George." Both Andrew and Lydia were in their 50s now, and they had no children, but they sat pretty living off the shares of the George Group they held. Lydia had a sharp tongue, but actually, she was a kind person, so the couple was the envy of many people in their circle.

Standing in front of Freddy’s tombstone, I watched them walking away and fell into a trance. Since Freddy had died, the marriage between Dennis and I might have come to an end too. Just as the rain would stop, or the sun would go down, I would finally lose him.

"Take care of yourself, grandfather. I’ll pay you a visit later." I took a solemn bow to the tombstone. Just as I turned around to leave, I was shocked.

When had Dennis come?

eyes fixed on Freddy’s

turn around, he looked away and said in

he came… to

is gone, and you should let it go too. You know, he had

but stop talking, not knowing what to do. I thought he would lose his

getting dark as we walked out of the graveyard. My driver had already gone since Dennis came to pick me up. Therefore, I could only go back with Dennis. We got into the car and left the graveyard. Silence hung heavily in the car on the way. I pinched my fingers, wanting to ask him about Olivia’s condition again and again, but I swallowed the words

time, I couldn’t resist it anymore and asked, "How’s Miss Pearson?"

by the waist and pinned against the seat. The next moment,

asking, his voice stern. "Clara, do you really think I