Please love me, Mr George
George Residence from my hous
the baby in Olivia's womb and the l
at the entrance of the George Residence. I jumped off the car, crouched
me a Mrs. George. It's not a long drive, but why are you thro
ed, leaving their only son, Dennis. The other son of Freddy's, as well as the younger one, was called Andrew, whose wife was ridiculin
tared at Lydia, greeting h
nd but was appreciated by Freddy, or because Freddy thought highly of Dennis and thus appointed him as the s
nto the car. Seeing that no one else cam
George attend his gr
inappropriate for Dennis not to show up, so I forced a smile and explained, "S
ught the person chosen by Old Mr.
was an influential family, and many people came today, so
dy was burned to ashes, and his urn was put behind the memorial tablet. There were many white flowe
isitors were of high social status. Andrew and Lydia were greeting them inside and o
sy greeted me with a san
the George family was a wealthy family, b
quiet house, so he only had
. Keep it." She continued after a pause, "He knew that after his death, Mr. George might force you to get a divorce.
It was a square box with a built-in lock. I looked
ook haggard. Please take good care of yourself. Old Mr. George always wanted you to give birth to a bo
heard the word "baby". I smiled
taken to the graveyard for burial. At this point, it w
m, Andrew stared at me and said, "Clara, the dead is dead. When you get back, tell
, "That ungrateful creature. Freddy
her and looked at me helplessly. "It's getting late, an
, but they sat pretty living off the shares of the George Group they held. Lydia had a sharp tongu
ance. Since Freddy had died, the marriage between Dennis and I might have come to an en
a visit later." I took a solemn bow to the tombsto
d Denni
bstone, but I could hardly detect any kind of emotion from his grieving face. "Take care of yourself, grandfather.
d Denni
th a grim face, his dark eyes fixed on Freddy's tombstone, but