Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1106

"Seen alone?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." Toby nodded and said, "And deliberately avoided the second lady."

"In this way ......" the human heart in the end still cannot withstand speculation.

It's been a few days since Jeffery made his choice at the Vance family, and it's only been less than three days since the change.

Dennis's fears are not unreasonable. Perhaps Jeffery has always remembered being abused by his adoptive parents and has finally found the opportunity to take revenge.

Dennis all acted calmly, face unchanged dusted the newspaper in his hands, and dismissed Toby, "Got it, you go out first."

Watching Toby's figure disappear in the doorway, he pursed his lips in thought for a moment and turned his head to look at Dennis, "You don't seem surprised at all?"

"So I should act like I'm losing my face?" Dennis still had that light look, obviously the boring financial newspaper was in front of him, but it was as if he was looking at an entertainment magazine, with a smile, if any, at the corner of his mouth, "If it were me, I wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to spy."

"But Jeffery already turned it down." I shrugged my shoulders and said something that even I didn't have much backbone for, just to see how the two men's personal friendship was perceived in Dennis' eyes.

"So what?" Dennis closed the newspaper and turned so, his deep eyes staring at me, "You know in the eyes of businessmen, there is no deal that can't be done, only a price that is not ripe enough, as long as the chips are in place, anything is possible, isn't it?"

As much as I hate to admit this theory, I have to say again, he is spot on.

There is nothing to argue about when there is agreement.

Barely smiling, he joked, half flirtatiously, "The village talent weighs the pros and cons, Jeffery is just a kid in the end, we gave him a home, maybe the outcome may not be as bad as we thought."

"Then let's make a bet." Dennis adjusted his posture, legs folded, the hand holding the newspaper resting idly on his knee, "I bet he'll let you down."

Shrugging, accepting the challenge, "Then let's give it a try, but we can't really let him poke around the house, think of a way to test it?"

"There's no rush." Dennis lowered his eyes, his expression froze for a moment, seemed to think of something, casually threw the newspaper on the table, before sitting up straight again, facing me more formally, adjusted his facial expression and said solemnly, "The results are out, Hank is indeed very sick."

He paused for a moment, silent for a moment, and looked at me with a serious tone, "My words still count, I support any decision you make."

Avoiding the visual impact of the patient's thin and bony body, hearing Dennis say that made it much calmer than in the hospital, except that it still felt a pity.

"Is there help?" I asked.

"I have contacted the most authoritative experts on the subject and they will be arriving at City P from all over the world in the next few days," Dennis said.

I nodded, these things he has always arranged the drip, there is not much need to inquire.

But this time, Shaw's reminder is no longer alarming, "In the evening, you accompany me to the hospital, recognize that in the final stage, the patient needs the most encouragement."

At this moment I am surprisingly rational, without any ups and downs of emotions, for a second, even feel that they are not different from those doctors who are used to seeing life and death, long numb.

"Good." Dennis agreed readily and got up and went upstairs, "I'll go make the arrangements."

No extra communication is good for both of us.

Dennis is not God, I can't be selfish and ask him to look at the woman he loves most and be sad for another man.