Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 214

Yara’s face was cold. She looked at Gloria, clasped her hands, as if holding back her anger, and suddenly smiled. “Yes, I am cheap, but you are worse than me. Gloria, think about why you and Yank divorced.”

“Because of you! Because of you bitch!” Gloria was furious. “Because you seduced him and destroyed our family, all because of you.”

Yara sneered. “You really have no memory of your past! About that night at the Victor hotel ten years ago, did you think that if you didn’t tell, no one would ever know?”

Gloria’s face suddenly changed. “You... What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean better than I do. You probably never know that after what you did, that guy will come up to Yank with a video and ask Yank to watch how you made love all night.”

Gloria turned pale and shook as she looked at Yara, “No, it’s impossible. Yank knew, he knew...”

Yara kept a poker face. “Not only did he know, but to cover up your dirty business, every time that person came, he paid that person to keep him quiet. Do you know how he survived each time? He loved you, and you knew it, but why were you hurting him?”

“No!” Gloria burst into tears. “I had no idea about that night. I had no idea. I tried to explain it to him, but I saw you with him, and it hurt me, and that’s why I started fighting with him. I didn’t know it was like this.”

Yara looked at her grief coldly and said, “There was nothing going on between me and him back then. Just to cover up your dirty laundry, he promised me a share of the Gibson Family and money. The George Group was going bankrupt, and it was my father’s life’s work, so I needed the money. So I agreed to accompany him in a play. As soon as he got the word out that he was having an affair, that guy would know what he had gotten was useless. Surely you have no idea why that man died in a car accident for no apparent reason. It was Yank who killed him on your behalf.”

Gloria sank to the floor sobbing.

“Why didn’t he tell me? Why?”

“Tell you?” Yara’s face was grim. “What’s the point of telling you? That guy died in a car accident, and you almost killed him for a loser. Why would he tell you? To make you hate him for killing the one you cared about the most?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t even love him. That night was an accident. He was dead and I was just there checking. I saw you with him, and it hurt me, and that’s why I stabbed him, and I didn’t expect this.”

Hank looked very angry.

He looked at Yara and said coldly, “Why are you saying this now? Yank is dead, do you want to kill my mother too?”

Yara sneered. “So you want your mother to hate your father all her life? He had been wronged for so many years, why should he not be allowed to die a clean death?”

“It’s my fault! It’s all my fault.” Gloria picked herself up hesitantly and looked at Yara and smiled. “He loved me. Yes, he did.”

There seemed to be something wrong with her. I looked at Hank and said, “You’d better take your mother to the hospital. She doesn’t seem right now.”

Not many people could handle that kind of excitement. Hank took one look at Yara and helped Gloria out of the house.

Yara and I were left in the house. I looked at the indifferent woman and said lightly, “It’s getting late. I’ll go back first.”

I hadn’t gone a few steps before she said, “You think I’m wrong, too? Ought I not to tell all this?”