Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 218
"Mom!" His shout was heartbreaking. Almost subconsciously, he planned to climb over the railings and go with his mother.
Fortunately, the police quickly stopped him, pressed him on the ground, and gave him a tranquilizer.
Everything in the world was alive. The originally misty day, with the fall of Gloria, became rainy, washing away the frightening blood downstairs.
Hank was sent to the hospital. Gloria's body was taken away by the funeral home, and the crowd dispersed.
In just a few minutes, Hank had lost his mother.
I stayed in the hospital for several hours. Hank was sedated and lying on the bed. He looked at the ceilings with his dark and deep eyes, silent, like a dead man.
The doctor had come here several times and said there was no big problem with him. But because of excessive sadness, his heart and lungs stopped for a short time. Fortunately, he was young, so there was nothing serious.
It was getting dark. I went downstairs to buy some food. When I came back, the effect of Hank's tranquilizer had faded.
He sat on the bed dully. When he saw me, he opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"
I knew he was asking about his mother. I suppressed my sadness and said, "She has been sent to a funeral home."
I didn't see her after she fell from such a high building, but the person who had seen it had described it as misery.
It could be imagined how miserably she died.
He nodded. His eyes were so cold that it was abnormal. Looking at the porridge in my hand, he asked, "Is there only porridge?"
I was stunned. I couldn't adapt to his calmness and indifference after his great sadness. I nodded and then shook my head. "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it now!"
"It doesn't matter. It's okay." He took it from me and ate it as elegantly as before as if he had never experienced the tragedy just now.
His behavior made me a little worried, but I didn't know how to comfort him. I paused and said, "What else do you want to eat? I'll go downstairs to buy it for you."
He paused, shook his head, looked at me, and asked, "Have you eaten anything?"
I was stunned and shook my head.
"I'm not hungry!"
He stopped, stood up, took his coat, and looked at me. "Let's go out to eat something."
He took me out of the hospital. He was still calm, and there was no difference as if he was the same as before.
But there was a bloodthirsty light in his black eyes, which I had never seen before. It was hatred, deep hatred.
I'm confused. What he was hating?
After getting in the car, I thought for a while and looked at him. "Hank, let's go to the Central Park Community. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
I was afraid that he would feel more depressed even we went somewhere noisy.
His hand holding the steering wheel paused for a moment. Then he looked at me. "Why don't we go to the Gibson family?"
I pursed my lips and said, "There are servants in the Gibson family. Even if we go there, I can't cook myself." Then I asked, "Do you want to go to the Gibson family?"
With his eyes darkened, he turned the car around and headed for the Central Park Community. "No, I don't!"
It was not far from here. When we returned to the Central Park Community, there was almost nothing in the fridge because I hadn't been here for a long time.
"Wait a minute. I'll go to the supermarket downstairs to buy something."
He put down the car key, looked at me, and said, "I'll go with you."
I smiled and shook my head. "No, I can buy it by myself."
He squinted at me and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
I smiled and shook my head. "I'm not hungry. Don't worry."
He pursed his lips and stopped talking.
He ate the noodles slowly as if it was tasteless and he was just eating them to fill his stomach.
After eating the noodles, he sat on the sofa and stared at somewhere with his deep and cold eyes.
Looking at him, I felt as if I had seen Leo when Leo knew his father's death. His eyes were full of coldness and darkness, and there was a power hidden in his heart that was going to pull his enemies into darkness.
After putting away the bowl, I sat beside him and tried to comfort him, "Hank, life is still going ahead. Your mother also hopes you can live well."
He squinted slightly, looked at me, and said in a low voice, "Are you comforting me?"
I frowned and couldn't say anything.
After a pause, I said, "It's getting late. Go to bed early. I'll send you breakfast tomorrow. Stay here these days and have a holiday."
I didn't know how to comfort him, and these powerless words were all that I could speak.
He raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "Are you leaving?"
I was stunned and nodded instinctively.
Then I took my coat and went out.
It took me a long time to go home. When I got back to the villa, it was already early in the morning.
Before I drove the car into the garage, I saw Dennis standing at the door. As usual, he looked tall and slender. Under the dim street lamp, his face was full of vicissitudes. reading more
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