Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1005 Facts speak louder than words

A moment later, he jerked his head up and ordered Toby, "Send Miss Kennedy back."

He spoke more coldly than he had earlier, with a subtle sense of urgency.

Toby also seemed a bit surprised by the result and froze for a long time before responding and

complying with Dennis' instructions with an inviting gesture, "Please, Miss Kennedy."

I didn't get up immediately, but turned my head to do something more, "Mr. George!"

I don't believe Jamie's closeness to me was born for no reason, perhaps something went wrong in the

middle.

Although I couldn't convince myself that there was anything that could be faked at the hands of Dennis,

I just couldn't resist.

Dennis simply ignored my attitude and sternly reprimanded Toby, "Do I have to say it again?!"

I still don't want to accept the result, "Mr. George, maybe you made a mistake in collecting my DNA,

maybe it can be ...... again"

Dennis completely did not hear to go, just do not move from the doctor's hand will test report took over,

not slow to check.

Seeing his uncaring look, the fire in my heart suddenly came up, and I don't know who gave me the

guts to yell at him, "Dennis!"

Dennis finally reacted a little, but there was only a slight pause in reading the report, not even an eyelid

lift.

I opened my mouth and was about to argue my case when I heard Toby say forcefully, "Miss Kennedy,

it's time to go."

Although it doesn't sound very smooth, I can feel Toby's good intentions, he is just afraid that I will

really anger Dennis.

I had no choice but to leave for the time being.

Toby had long legs, I had to jog to keep up, "Assistant Toby, is the paternity test report sure it's okay,

you've been with Dennis for a long time, don't you know the truth?"

"The gentleman will naturally look into these matters, Miss Kennedy need not worry too much."

Toby took me directly to the back door, instructed the driver a few words, and turned around to go back.

The more I thought about it, the more wrong I decided to turn back and get the doctor who did the test

to check it out again.

I went back the way I came, turned the corner, only to find a young woman walking in just in time.

The door was uncovered, so I gingerly walked over and stood outside eavesdropping.

Dennis was still inside, and the two seemed to talk about conflicting topics, the woman got emotional

and directly grabbed the paternity test report from Dennis, "What do you want to do by looking at me

like that? I am your own sister, based on a few gossip, you suspect me is it!"

She gasped in exasperation and threw the report to the ground when she finished.

The doctor had long been dismissed, leaving only Dennis and the woman inside, as well as Toby, who

had just entered.

Toby hesitated for a moment, then asked Dennis if he wanted to pick up the report, "Sir?"

Dennis got up calmly and prepared to leave, "Let's go."

The woman seemed to have no intention of leaving it at that and pestered Assistant Toby, "I can't

believe it's you! Who told you to come back?"

Toby had a calm face, "It's been a long time since I've seen Miss Vance, it was Mr. George who

specially ordered someone to bring me back."

"He's the one who's alarming you around? Just because of an outsider, you move out of THE Vance

family, we're your family, and that's how you see us?"

This Miss Vance speaks more and more aggressively, seemingly really hurt by Dennis' approach.

Dennis was impassive, his tone even a little playful, "So can someone explain to me what happened to

Clara's death obituary?"

"You got it." Dorothy paused and continued to justify, "I applied for the release in your name what

happened? As you know, I sent people to look for it until I finally found the remains two years ago and

disposed of it myself for fear that you and Jamie would be sad."

Dennis's eyes cooled and he reached up to straighten his bow tie.

Like his kind of shy words, untimely small gestures, clearly revealing the mood of the moment is not

good, so far away, I still feel the house fierce rising murderous aura.

Dennis grimaced, "Quite a few people have told me that Clara is still alive."

Dorothy bared a laugh in disbelief and gave Toby a disdainful squint, "Toby said that? Or the Kennedy

family those losers? The body was genetically tested back then, it's Clara, what's there to suspect."

Dennis raised his chin in a lonely manner and said seemingly without thinking, "The public has a point,

in that case, I will naturally find out who that woman, who looks exactly like Clara, really is."

Dennis' voice was cold and frightening, and it seemed that Dorothy was intimidated as well.

She was a little frazzled, "Big brother, you don't believe me?"

"Facts speak louder than words, don't they?" Dennis gave her a meaningful sweep and then lifted his

feet toward the door.

I immediately reacted and ducked up next to the safety exit.

As soon as they left, Dorothy's voice came from the phone, "Find out who Big Brother has seen

recently! Don't miss a single one!"

I then slipped away quietly and went to the door to take a taxi to leave.

All the way, I was thinking about what just happened.

But I could never figure out the key.

Folly doesn't seem like someone who would put a mistake to rest, and Dennis didn't get mad in my

face just now, but hastily excused me and questioned his own sister.

One surname Dorothy, one surname Fu, but is a brother and sister, which is the secret intriguing.

Dennis didn't know about the death obituary. If so, why wasn't he surprised to see someone who

looked exactly like his ex-wife?

Is it the truth that Clara's genes were detected in the body two years ago and that I am not related to

little Ann?

It wouldn't be like this if I hadn't lost my memory.

If I hadn't forgotten what happened before, all the trouble would be gone.

I will know clearly whether I like children or not, what enemies I have and who I have loved.

It will not be led by the nose at all.

To the hospital, I sat in the corridor for a while before returning to Hank's ward, where there were a few

more people, plainclothes police officers.

Hank was taking a statement and when he saw me coming back, he smiled and called out, "Sussie,

come back."

"Hmm." I walked over to the hospital bed and Hank then described the situation, "The police want to

know more about the situation so they can solve the case as soon as possible."

I nodded my head in understanding and poured water into the empty water glass on the table.

"Mr. Gibson, have you had any recent run-ins with anyone?"

"No."

"Or was it an unintentional misstatement, a business entanglement or something like that?"

"No, the Gibson Group has always operated according to the law and with integrity ......"

Possible criminal intent asked all over the place, still did not come to any conclusion.

One of the taller cops snapped his attention down to me, "Was Miss Kennedy in the car at the time?"

I nodded cooperatively and said seriously, "Yes, Hank and I are getting ready to go home together."

So a line of people threw the question asked of Hank back at me.

It's probably about what people you've been in contact with lately and whether there's anything

particularly impressive.

I just woke up, not many friends, except Hank is Folly and them.

To talk about haters ......

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Olivia's face, which hated my guts, echoed in my mind and touched my heart.

She was about to say it, but Hank snatched the words away, "She was in a coma for a long time

before, just woke up, her memory is very poor, basically stay with me, rarely have the opportunity to

contact outsiders."

The police officer sniffed and nodded, and didn't look any deeper.

They seem to have a good relationship with Hank, and when they left they also warmly said a few

words of courtesy, "This matter is wrapped up in the brothers, get well."