Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1122

Hank was ultimately not resuscitated.

The funeral was scheduled three days later, and we handled all the major and minor matters. Shaw kept himself at home and did not attend.

After it was over, I took Steve home myself.

The door was not closed, directly pushed open the door, they walked in with the children, the house was empty, no one was seen.

With the owner gone, it's like a dead house.

The floor has fallen to dust, feet on it, behind are clearly visible footprints, it seems that the servants have been dismissed for some time.

I found Shaw in the master bedroom, still wearing her wedding day show kimono, sitting with her eyes dazed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding Hank's favorite suit in her arms.

"Mom ......" Steve's tiny eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes mixed with heartache and surprise.

When I let go of his hand, he trotted over and stood in front of Shaw, his little hand tentatively pushing on her arm, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Shaw acted as if he hadn't heard anything and was unresponsive.

Steve ran out of ideas and looked to me for help.

I then walked in, raised my voice and said, "Shaw? Can you hear me? I've got your baby back for you."

Still the same, motionless, as if a statue, the whole person has merged with the ground.

"What people?"

There was a sudden ringing behind him, thought it was a hallucination, froze for a second before he turned around as an afterthought.

The woman in the cheongsam, standing by the door, much older than me, was sizing us up confusedly, and from the looks of her face, was kind and pleasant, and should not be difficult to get along with.

"I am a friend of the owner of the house, and you are?"

She was dressed in all emerald pearls, not the dress of ordinary people, perhaps a relative of Hank.

Although Shaw gave birth to Hank, the two did not have a license, nor a public wedding, no name, no share, after Hank's death, the Ministry of Public Security will naturally notify the next of kin head.

"You're a friend of Hank's, aren't you? I haven't heard Shaw mention you." The woman's eyes were clear and she was a capable party. Without waiting for my answer, she introduced herself again, "I'm Shaw's mother."

While saying that, he went to Shaw's side, lifted her arm and tried to pull the person up, but with little strength due to old age, it was extraordinarily hard.

I hurried up and reached out to help, and it took a lot of effort to move Shaw from the floor to the bed.

"Thanks." Shaw's mother gave an extremely faint thank you, and then focused on tending to her daughter's broken hair.

Shaw's all wretched, because of the mother's appearance, and a few more warmth, she has been a long time, did not enjoy the feeling of being held in the heart, right.

I had no intention of interrupting their reunion, but when I saw Steve standing next to me, biting his lower lip and not daring to go up to him, I couldn't bear to leave the baby behind.

Raising his hand, he pulled the child to him and faced Shaw's mother and daughter, introducing him stiffly, "Auntie, this is Shaw's son, your grandson."