Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 195

I frowned and looked down to pull her, but she did not get up and continued to cry, “You’re the only one who can help me now. Steven is a monster. He put me up to something I shouldn't have done in order to stay in AC. Later I found out that he was violent and terrible. He always beat me, scolded me and sometimes drove me out of the house in the middle of the night. I can't bear it! I have no family or friends, only you, only you can help me!”

I didn't know what to do, so I said, “Since you're not happy, why don't you get a divorce? Isn't he in jail now? Just get a new job and get on with your life. What do you want me to do?”

She kept shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. “It's no use. When he started abusing me, I called the police and they detained him, but within a few days he got out and started torturing me even more. I had no choice. I wanted a divorce, but he wouldn't let me. It just went on and on. I really don't know what to do, please help me!”

“But how?” I didn't know what to say. It was a family matter. What can I do to help? Besides, she was the only one who could help herself.

She looked up with her red and puffy eyes. “Steven relied on the CEO of AC, which is also from the Pearson family. If they do not help him, he would be in jail for more than three years. After three years of separation, our marriage will be dissolved, and I’ll be free. Mr. George loves you so much, and he would help you if you ask him.”

I was speechless. Since when did Dennis love me?

I opened my mouth and was about to speak when I was interrupted.

“She can't help you.” Hank, out of nowhere, walked over to Jackie and me and said to Jackie, “She's in trouble, and she can't help you. She was so impulsive about what happened today, she didn't even think about the consequences. You should know better how a man as extreme as your husband will get back at her if she helps you.”

With that, Hank pulled me away. I felt sorry for Jackie when I turned around and saw her on her knees crying.

“In fact, she might really need my help!” Following Hank, I couldn't help but say.

“What! He stopped out of the blue, and I didn’t notice that, so I ran right into his back. I hit my nose and felt numb from the pain.

“Clara, do you know how ridiculous your kindness is?” He looked at me with anger in his eyes.

I didn't know why he suddenly got so angry. I rubbed my nose and said, “No, she’s been with me for two years, and I...”

“So? Is she still with you now? Is she still your assistant? Does she still work for you? Clara, how can you be so merciful to everyone? What do you want? Do you want to create a Madonna image for yourself? Do you want people to worship you?”

His voice was low and intense with emotion. His eyes were red and he looked drunk.

“Hank, are you drunk?” I said, reaching for him, but he shook me off.

He took me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye, and said, “Do you feel sorry for me, too? Yara George took the lead and cut my mother out of my life. And I had to watch her and my father's love with indifference, and bear his cold eyes. Do you feel sorry for me?”

I scowled that the man was really drunk.

I sighed and supported him. “You don't need my sympathy, Hank. You’re drunk and let me drive you home.”

After greeting everyone, I ignored their eyes and helped Hank down the stairs.

He was somewhat sober, and when he reached the dining-room door, he sat down on the steps like a child and did not move.

I looked at him and said, “Hank, let me take you home!”

“I have no home!”

“Then let's go to the hotel!”

He looked at me and pressed his lips together. “You're coming with me!”

I was speechless.

“I’ll take you there!”