Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 161 the Miserable Child 7

"Baby, baby..." After shouting countless times, I seemed to see a very small figure in the light.

He staggered toward me. Because he was too small, he couldn't walk steadily and stumbled.

I was overjoyed and ran towards him. Holding the child in my arms, I looked at him carefully, who was

so small. There was a red patch on his head. Maybe because he wanted to get out of my belly as soon

as possible, he was squeezed red.

He had a small nose and small eyes. Everything on him was so beautiful, and he could also smile. His

small mouth curved like a small flower.

"Clara Kennedy, Clara Kennedy..." A deep and distant voice rang in my ears again and again.

I wanted to find the source of the voice, but everything around me was all white and I couldn't see

anything.

When I came back to my senses and went to see the child again, the child was gone, leaving me alone

in the white fog.

"Clara Kennedy, Clara Kennedy..." The voice rang again. I covered my ears and tried my best to look

around, trying to find the child.

But this voice was like a curse, ringing in my ear again and again.

I ran out and shouted at the top of my voice, "Baby, baby..."

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, only to find a

familiar white color.

A group of doctors in white coats stood beside me, all wearing masks.

Someone opened his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief, "She finally woke up. My life was saved."

"Well, take care of her and transfer her to the intensive care unit. After one day, observe her situation

and transfer her to the ordinary ward."

"Yes!"

In a daze, I was sent to the ward by a group of people. My throat hurt so much that I couldn't breathe

and couldn't say a word.

After the anesthesia, my whole body began to be full of pain, especially the abdomen. It was a pain that

only took a breath to pull the nerve.

"The doctor said that you can't eat for six hours. You can only drink some water. You can't eat until the

anesthesia is degraded." It was Hank Gibson who spoke.

How could I have imagined that the person who would appear in the end would be him? I had thought

that it would be Dennis George or Leo Kennedy, but I had never thought that it would be him!

I couldn't say anything. I just looked at him, tears falling from my eyes.

He seemed to understand what I meant. He sighed slightly and said, "Take good care of yourself. You

will have children in the future."

My heart felt as if it had been torn open, and the bloody position was filled with salt. The dense pain

began to spread, and even my bones felt the pain.

Unable to control the pain in my heart, I began to tremble and sob. Hank Gibson held my hand with a

gloomy face and deep pain hidden in his black eyes.

Without saying a word, he held my hand and let me cry. After a long time, I fell asleep in a daze. On the

way, he called me several times. I responded in a daze and fell asleep again.

This disaster was so bad. Every time I thought of it, the pain began to spread, and I almost couldn't

control this kind of sadness.

After three days, I could finally get out of bed. My throat could make a little sound. I grabbed Hank

Gibson's sleeve, and my voice was still hoarse, "I want to see the child!"

Tears welled up in my eyes "At least, let me see what he looks like," I said.

I want to see him after my ten months' pregnancy.

Hank Gibson frowned, his eyebrows twitching, and veins throbbing, "I'll leave him to the hospital to deal

with in the morgue!"

"No!" I pulled him and shook my head, crying, "Don't throw him away like this. Please, he's my child. He

has come to the world. Even if... he died, I, his mother, should take care of the rest."

He frowned, and his black eyes were full of distress, "Okay, take good care of yourself. When you are

fully recovered, can you deal with it then?"

I nodded, but my heart still hurt. These days, the pain had never stopped.

Hank Gibson took good care of me. He employed two nannies for me. He also took good care of

everything during my confinement time.

The child died of suffocation in my belly, so the body was taken out by a C-section. The long scar on

my flat belly gradually disappeared.

Every time I touched the scar, the pain of some memories began to spread. This kind of pain was

silent, and there was nowhere I could tell.

Until the confinement time had passed almost half a month, did I realize that this hospital was a private

hospital, which was very far from City P and belonged to Hank Gibson?

These days, all my emotions had been on the child, and I hadn’t thought about anything else. I thought

about it until now, I have to call Diana and Alex Thomson to tell them that I was safe and sound."

I borrowed the phone from the nanny and wanted to call Diana, but I found that I couldn't remember a

single phone number, so I gave up.

Hank Gibson came to see me every day. Every time he came, he would talk to me for a long time. The

topic was all about finance and business. I could understand some of it, but I could not understand

some of it.

I know. He did it out of kindness. He didn't want me to think about anything about the child. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

One month had passed. I could bask in the sun in the yard and occasionally stare blankly at the flowers

and plants in the yard.

It was late autumn now, and the woods around the villa had withered. The yellow leaves fell to the

ground, making me easier to feel sad.

"It's windy outside. Don't stay too long!" A deep and magnetic voice came up. I turned around and saw

Hank Gibson.

I smiled and said, "You're back!" Seeing that he was still holding a document in his hand, I guessed that

he had just come from the company.

After handing the document to the nanny, he walked to me and bent down to pick me up as usual. I

quickly avoided it and said with a smile, "I'm much better now, and my convalescence was over. My

wound has healed."

He hugged me before because my wound was too big and I couldn't walk. Now that I'm all right, I can't

trouble him.

He frowned, slightly narrowed his dark eyes, and said, "What do you want to eat later?" He always tried

every means to get me food for fear that I would die of hunger.

I shook my head and smiled, "I'm not hungry. I just ate something this morning. I'm not hungry now!"

He looked back at the nanny and asked in a low voice, "What time did she eat?"

"Seven o'clock in the morning!"

Hank Gibson frowned and raised his hand to look at the Swiss watch on his wrist. He looked at me with

his black eyes and said, "It's already afternoon. You need to have some food!"

I nodded. For the past few days, I seemed to have figured out his temper. Although his face was cold,

he treated people well.

Perhaps it was because of the child that I couldn't eat anything during the confinement time. After the

confinement time, I couldn't eat anything and didn't feel hungry. If Hank Gibson hadn't told me to eat at

any time, I would have forgotten to eat.