Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 306

Olivia Pearson followed me downstairs in the hospital building, looked at me, and sneered, “What’s with the expression on your face? What’s wrong? Dennis told you everything, didn’t he? Did you realize you’ve been tricked around like a dumb fool?”

I looked at her. My brain was buzzing, and I couldn’t say a word.

Olivia put forward a look of admiration for me and sneered lowly, “Does it feel good to have your child killed by her birth mother’s own hands?”

I looked at her and said with the little energy I had left, “What are you talking about?”

She giggled scornfully, “What am I talking about? So, Dennis didn’t tell you that you are Luna’s biological daughter, did he? Dennis deliberately handed over the sandalwood box that your grandmother had left you to Luna Lewis and told her it was mine. He swapped my DNA with yours, dummy!”

“You are such a joke! You keep saying that he loves you, but in fact, he doesn’t love you at all. If he does ever love you a little bit, he would've never done everything possible to send me into the Lewis family and let me enjoy the luxurious life. And you? You are just still a pathetic wild child born in the backcountry!”

My body was like duckweed without support - I took a step back suddenly, slumped on the ground, and my eyes were a little slack.

So, my child’s tragic death, my near-death accident, and Diana’s death were all part of Dennis’s plot?

“Why?” I asked. But I wasn’t sure whom exactly I should be asking this question.

Olivia sneered, “Why? What do you think it is? The only reason is that Dennis doesn’t love you at all, in his heart, I’m still the person he wants to protect and care for. He wants to give me the best life, the most unattainable life that one could reach - Isn’t that enough?”

I looked at her, and couldn’t say a word for a while. Suddenly, I laughed, and the laughter was especially poignant, “So, his love is faked, and everything is faked.”

Olivia looked at me with a sneering joyous expression on her face, “Yes, it’s all fake.”

I was still slumped on the ground, and the people who came in and out of the hospital entrance all gazed at me with puzzled eyes.

Olivia squatted down halfway, approached me with gloomy eyes, looked at me, and lowered her voice, “Do you think he doesn’t know about the child? He knows all about it, but he pretends that he doesn’t know. He has plotted that part up a long time ago. Now, either it was your devious mother who killed your baby, or the baby stopped breathing itself inside of you because of those pills Mario Bennett has given you. Clara, the man sleeping next to you is scarier than you think, you know.”

There was a bitter sanguinary taste in my heart, and then my stomach rumbled, “Ouch!”, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Olivia looked at me and scorned even more, “You lost, you lost completely.”

She got up, gave me a condescending look, and turned to leave.

When Dennis came, I looked at the bloodstain on the ground, my mind went blank. I just felt a pain in my heart. My whole body was in pain.

“Clara, what happened?” He said, reaching to hold me.

“Snapped!”

This slap, I used all the strength I had left, but it didn’t seem to have hurt him one bit.

The man’s slender body stiffened, and his eyes became deeper. Suppressing his anger, he spoke with a voice that was low and restrained, “What was going on?”