Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 361

We were discouraged from our miserable past and seemed to be forced into a dead end.

Mario often came to visit Clarrie and was increasingly close to her.

I began to worry and wanted to take Clarrie away.

It was November and increasingly cold in City P.

On a weekend evening, I saw Clarrie playing with a dog in the yard after Mario left.

A sense of bitterness struck me suddenly.

Noticing me sitting for quite a while, Clarrie looked back at me, with her big eyes sparkling, “Mom, will you come and play with Snowball?”

I shook my head, feeling tired, “I will see you play with her.”

She didn’t come to the dog but walked to me, laying her small body upon me, “Mom, are you sick?”

Hugging her, I shook my head, “No, mom is just tired.”

She nodded and sighed, “Is it because of the exam? I saw you were tired these days.”

I smiled, “You are right, honey.”

She seemed sunk into deep thought, and then said, “Wait a moment.”

I saw her run into the house and then watched Snowball wallowing in the grass.

The scene added more sorrow to my broken heart.

If my child and Diana had been alive, we couldn’t have been living happily now.

I felt bitterer.

Suddenly, some noise came from the house and I dashed into it.

Broken pieces of glass lay on the ground.

Clarrie, who stood by, was pulled away by Dennis, who came from the front yard, in a swift and a rather reckless manner.

Clarrie was stultified for a moment before she realized what had happened and began to cry.

She was frightened.

I pulled her into my arms to allay her fear while Dennis went into the kitchen and turned off the gas.

After he was sure that everything was okay, he came to me and said, “Why did Clarrie come into the kitchen?”

I shook my head to show that I had no idea.

To my relief, she wasn’t injured.

It seemed that the glass bowl was heated on the gas so that an explosion occurred.

Clarrie stopped weeping and tried to explain despite her quivering body and voice, “I wanted to poach some eggs for you. My friends said they can prevent diseases.”

Right, there were indeed two eggs beside the gas cooker. Oh!

I rushed to her and hugged her tightly.

She thought I was sick because I did feel bad these days about Mario seeing her too often.

“I am sorry, Clarrie…” I couldn’t finish, as if my heart were aching.

Looking at us, Dennis came to surround us with his arms. With a low voice, he consoled us, “It’s okay. Just be careful of not hurting yourself.”

Feeling bad in my stomach, I pressed my lips but failed to stand it. I was driven to ta clinic.

After emptying everything in my belly, I looked up at these two, whose eyes were full of worry.

“Dennis, is mom ill?” Clarrie asked, with her big tearful eyes.

It was not until after quite a while that Dennis broke his silence and told her to play with Snowball.

When I went out of the bathroom where I cleaned myself, Dennis was standing at the door.

Before I could explain, he said, pulling my arms, “We need to go to the hospital.”

I pushed him away and said, “It’s no big deal. I just have a weak stomach recently.”

He became serious, “When did this start?”

When?

I didn’t know exactly.

Just quite a while.

I had been like this since I met Hank.

“Long ago.” I was possibly sick. This had occurred repeatedly since Mario visited Clarrie often these days.

With a deadpan expression that he managed to present, he said in a nonchalant voice, “Let’s go to the hospital and have you tested.”

I became restless and pushing him further, shouted impatiently, “I said it was no big deal. Didn’t you hear it?”

He was shocked; so was I.

It was the first time that I had spoken to him like this since we returned to City P.

My voice was even with a tint of hatred.

Suddenly I wanted to say something to repair this but not even a single word came to my mind.

I felt worse in my stomach.

Toby came in, to whom Dennis said, “Call the People’s Hospital and ask if they can receive a patient now.”

Despite the weird atmosphere, Toby nodded and made a call with his cell phone.

Failing to control myself, I snatched the phone off his hand and shouted furiously, “What are you doing? I said I didn’t want to go to the hospital!”

Towards Dennis, I roared, “If you want Clarrie to be taken away, just say it! I will take her away! Far away! Far enough to stop being a burden for you! If not, why do you let Mario see her every day? Clarrie is my daughter and it is I who raised her since she was a baby. I won’t let anyone separate her from me unless I am dead!”

I was like a madwoman.

The look that Dennis cast upon me shifted from shock to agony to sympathy.

I was bewildered.