Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1099

I walked all the way out the gate before I saw Shaw standing on the curb.

In fact, she does not look down and out, wearing a new low-luxury domestic brand, just because of the bloodless face and sunken face, the whole person looks thin and weak.

"Shaw," I walked up, my voice unconsciously lowered, as if speaking louder would destroy the living being in front of me, "Why don't you go in?"

I was happy, and this happiness turned into a cruelty when facing Shaw, because having seen Shaw's once vibrant appearance, I could not justify that love must make people better.

Perhaps only people with sensitive nerves like mine are constantly thinking about whether their beautiful life will give more pressure and excitement to people who are not lucky enough.

Whispering, treating gently, getting along like normal people, is the only care I can do for Shaw, are women, who do not want each other to be able to live a little better.

"No." Shaw's face was like a blank sheet of paper, pale and emotionless, "Hank is sick and he wants to see you."

Sure enough, what can destroy a person is always the one he loves the most. For Hank, she really would rather her heart bleed more than just a little.

Frankly, I didn't feel the need to see Hank again, but I couldn't be ruthless enough to pretend I hadn't heard anything, "Is it serious? What's wrong?"

"You'll know when you get there." Shaw's voice was still nothing angry, as if this was a routine"

When he finished, he turned around and took out the car keys, pressed them down, went around, prepared to sit in the driver's seat, and just pulled open the door, but found me standing motionless in the same place.

"You don't want to?" Shaw, his hand still on the car door, frowned slightly, and after confirming that I wasn't impressed, emotion finally came to his face, "Heh, it's fate, he doesn't love me, you don't love him ......"

"Shaw ......" I didn't know what to say.

"No need to pity me." Shaw quickly sensed the hint of pity in my words and slammed the door shut with a cold face before looking at me seriously, "But you can sympathize with Hank, a man who is going to die, no matter what ever happened to you, you shouldn't deny him his last wish before he lived, does that mean you still insist on not going?"

"He's dying?" I was really shocked, obviously some time ago was alive and well, is it because of that car accident?

"Thanks to you, if your wedding hadn't been such a big deal, he might have lived a few more days." Shaw looked at me with eyes that looked like they had broken ice.

To her eyes, this lesson I surprisingly dare not confirm, she is hostile to me or not, but the sarcasm in those words, is full of it, and she has no intention of covering it up.

I probably understood the story, Hank was seriously ill, and saw my wedding with Dennis live, and was stimulated, so the situation took a turn for the worse.

If this is the case, it is not difficult to understand that Shaw suddenly turned so hostile to me.

Shaw was right about one thing: no one can say no to a patient. After considering for a while, I agreed, "I'll go with you."

I told the doorman to inform Dennis, and I got into Shaw's car.

Soon we arrived at Second Military Zone Hospital, which is the best oncology hospital in China.

Outside the ward, Hank's son and the nanny sat in chairs, much more energetic than Shaw, but still slightly tired.

With a seriously ill family member, no one can hide from the clear.