Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 242 Olivia was Looking for Trouble 1

“Clara, you bitch!” She raised her hand to slap me in the face, but unfortunately, I stopped her.

She glared at me, her dark eyes full of hate, rage, and malice.

I let go of her, looked at her faintly, smiled and said, “You don't have to look at me like that. I know you

hate me, but I have the last thing you care about, so Olivia, I’m sorry.”

She looked at me with a furious smile and sneered, “Do you really think you got what I care about? I

mean, I can’t be with Dennis anymore, but he can’t let go of me. Knowing what had happened to my

mother, he had arranged my future course. Even if I don’t have the Lewis family to rely on, he’s got me

somewhere abroad, food, clothing, shelter, and everything. Clara, you will have to live in my shadow

after all. If I’m having a hard time, you’ll also have a hard time.”

I was a little out of it. So, Dennis was very thoughtful.

I came to my mind and saw Olivia looking defiantly at me. “He’s your husband,” she said. “But there will

come a time when he hates you, and time will tell. And no matter what I become, as long as I need him,

he will take care of everything for me. Clara, you think you’ve won, but you’ve lost like a horse.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said faintly, “Then I wish you well in advance. No matter how he will treat

me in the future, it doesn’t matter to me now. It’s a long journey, who knows what’s going to happen,

right?”

She was breathing more and more heavily, as if she could not accept that I was so calm. She wanted

to hit me, but stopped.

“So, what are you gonna do next? Clara, there’s no need for you to keep it a secret now that we’ve

fallen out.”

I smiled, folded my hands and felt funny. “Why should I confess when we’re at war? I have been bad

since I was a child. I not only hold grudges, but also love to torture people when I get revenge. Killing is Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

easy, but torturing is more fun. Watching the thing she cared about lost one by one, her powerlessness,

her collapse, was my revenge pleasure. But if all this is said, is it still interesting?”

“Crazy!” Olivia, furious and hideous, broke down and said, “Clara, if you do that, I’ll kill you too.”

It was my place after all, so she was pissed, but she didn’t do anything too bad. She just left on her

heels.

Before she left, she looked at me darkly and said, “Clara, you won’t get what I can’t have.”

I didn’t show much emotion when I saw her surrounded by hate. I lost my drowsiness and stared out of

the door.

“You certainly have a knack for upsetting people.” When Olivia left, Yara looked at me and said

sarcastically.

I looked at her briefly, not intending to say much to her.

She didn’t get angry when I ignored her. “Luna is a vindictive woman. You’re either going to give her np

chance to turn it around, or you’re going to keep her out of sight, or you are going to have to live with

her for the rest of your life.”

I looked at her faintly. “So, are you asking me to kill her?”

I didn’t know of anyone in this world who had no chance of turning over but the dead.

She looked at me with a cold smile. “You could try and get her killed.”

How cruel!

I stopped talking to her. Because I felt some discomfort in the lower abdomen, I went into the kitchen to

let Nanny Daisy cook some food for me!

I was talking to Nanny Daisy when Dennis called. His voice was as crisp as ever. “Are you home? Can

I bring you anything to eat?”

I made a list of things I wanted to eat from memory.

“I’ll be home in fifteen minutes!”

Nanny Daisy looked at me and smiled as I hung up the phone. “Clara, you and Mr. George are getting

along now,” she said. “When spring comes, you can have another baby, and the three of you will live a

happy life.”

I was a little stunned and lost in thought. Another baby?

After the miscarriage, I never thought about having children again. I couldn’t protect my first child. How

dare I have another one?

“Clara, you’re more wicked than I thought! Yara suddenly rushed in and threw my bowl directly to the

ground. She looked at me angrily and said, “What have I done to you? Are you going to kill me like

this?”

What did I do?

I was confused, so I frowned at her and said, “What did I do?”

“The headlines in City P are all about what happened ten years ago. Aside from the dead Gibson

family, you and I are the only people who know about this. Tell me, why would I want to ruin my

reputation with something that happened ten years ago? Who else could it be but you? Clara, tell me

who else would do that.”

Her face was agitated with anger and violence. She picked up the broken bowl on the floor and stroked

it toward my face.

I was too stunned to dodge. As the shard in her hand came towards me, the shard of the bowl in Yara's

hand was suddenly grabbed by a man.

I was stunned for about two seconds, then I saw that it was Dennis and that his hand was bleeding

from the shard.

I thrust Yara out of the way and went to Dennis. “Are you okay?”

I took his hand and told him to let go of it. The shard had cut deep into his skin. “Does it hurt?”

He looked at me, ran my hair with his other hand and said, “It doesn’t hurt. What happened?”

Yara just realized it and calmed down. I pushed her to the ground. Instead of getting up, she said to

Dennis, “Ask her yourself how ruthless she is, plotting against her own family.”

Dennis frowned at her and said, “No matter how hard she was, she wouldn’t hurt a woman in the face

with something like that.”

He said solemnly, looking at Yara as he held the splinter that had just pierced his skin.

His tone was heavy and angry.

Yara’s face went pale. “I just ruined her face, but she ruined the rest of my life. Dennis, you have to tell

the difference between right and wrong!”

Dennis looked at me, frowning. “What’s going on?”

I shook my head, looked at the blood spilling from his palms, and asked Nanny Daisy to get the

medicine. I said to Dennis, “I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

Yara sneered. “Don’t you know? Clara, you’re really good at faking. Weren’t you the one who leaked

the story to the reporter about why I married Yank ten years ago? Weren’t you the one who went public

with Gloria’s dirty laundry ten years ago? Weren’t you the one who told the press that I killed Gloria

with the secret Yank kept for ten years?”