Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 380

Seeing my hands bleeding, the bodyguards were anxious.

They called Toby again. He seemed driving, “No matter what happens, don’t get off the car!”

The bodyguard said, “Clara’s hands are bleeding. She looks pale. There’s something wrong with her.”

Silence on the other end, Toby said in seconds, “Hang in there!”

I felt breathless to hear the noise.

Someone shouted outside, “Clara, Why do you hide? You are so wanton that your fetus is killed. Dare you admit that? You have done so many evil things. Are you being scared?”

Vicious people acted with no moral baseline. I believed those who talked nonsense would be ghosts with their tongues cut after dying.

But when they were alive, they would say whatever they wanted to, even if without evidence, to slander a person they didn’t know.

The vicious words made me quiver. I almost lost control.

Seeing me unwell, one of the bodyguards said, “I get off to handle them.”

Then he opened the door.

The reporters had surrounded the car for a long while, and what they were waiting for was someone opening the door.

It was impossible to close it.

Countless cameras started clicking as if they were shooting every pore in my face. They wouldn’t miss any moment to record for making stories.

“Clara, I think we need to get off the car.” The bodyguards couldn’t keep calm anymore.

I was guarded, but those vicious reporters wouldn’t let me go.

The road was blocked.

Numerous cameras were pointed at me. I heard queries as well as abuse as if they were going to use Spanish Inquisition on me.

I had been exposed to the public.

My phone in the pocket began to vibrate constantly. It was Dennis who called me.

Reaching to take out my phone, I stumbled accidentally, with the phone dropping nowhere. Bodyguards helped me to my feet.

I was in a panic. Being surrounded by so many people made me scared. I didn’t know how I looked now, but absolutely in a bad way.

Toby came with dozens of bodyguards to force our way through the crowd.

Ignoring what they were saying, I lowered my head. Dennis had protected me from being exposed to the public for a long time, but his efforts seemed wasted.

Besides, here showed up Toby, Dennis’ personal assistant, who must be clear about his boss’ life.

Someone shouted, “Toby Rollins, the George Group has competed with the Gibson Group for years. Are they for the lady beside you?”

Toby didn’t say anything, escorting me through the crowd.

There were still many people shouting. I heard someone ask, “Clara, How many years have you had an affair with the two men? I hear you have a child. Is her Dennis’ or Hank’s?”

What the reporter asked was totally slanderous remarks which brought me up short.

I drew up, repressing my wrath. Toby frowned and said, “We must leave.”

“Bang!” The door was closed, with noise blocked out.

Toby directly took me to M Villas in the eastern suburbs which was a city away.

Getting off the car, Toby led me to the bedroom. He said, “The doctor will come soon. You can take a bath. I ask servants to prepare some food.”

Then he left immediately.