Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 423

A small part affected the whole. That was what they said.

I followed Dennis into the locker room and changed.

When he saw me change my clothes, he was stunned, smiled, and said, “I will go to the company to know the specific situation, you wait for me at home!”

I smiled and looked up at him, who was a head taller than me. “You go to the office, and I’ll visit Sheila Torres in the hospital. I don’t know anything about the company, but I can do what I can.”

He raised his eyebrows and kissed me on the cheek. “It’s a waste of your talents to keep you at home. Maybe I should consider letting you work for me as my secretary.”

I snorted, “Do I have to be a secretary?”

He laughed, “You can be anything you want!”

Ignoring his words, I took my bag and my car keys and got out of the house. One of us went to the company and the other to the hospital after we told each other.

It took about half an hour from the villa to the hospital. Just as the car stopped, I met Rose, who was going to the hospital.

I called out to her. “Rose!” She was a little older than I was, and I couldn’t think of anything nice to call her, so I just called her name.

She didn’t hear me at first. I called out several times before she turned around. Seeing it was me, she was slightly stunned for a moment and said unexpectedly, “Miss Kennedy!”

I smiled as I followed her, “Don’t call me Miss Kennedy. I’ve been out of the George Group for years, so just call me by my first name.”

She smiled, “I’m used to it.”

I raised my hand and pressed the elevator. Seeing that she didn’t look good, I said, “Are you here to see Sheila Torres?”

Sheila Torres was in the hospital, and I should have said visit, not see. But she didn’t look like she was visiting her.

I nodded, hesitated, and looked at her, “So, is it you?”

She smiled sadly, looked at me, and asked, “Would you believe me if I said no?”

There was a video on the headline of her pushing Sheila Torres. The photo was very clear, and even the expressions of the two people were particularly obvious. Only sound was inserted into the picture, so there was no conversation between them before the accident.

After a moment’s hesitation, I looked at her and answered more sincerely, “Well, I can’t tell, but at the moment, I don’t see a reason for you to push her.”

She smiled lightly, somewhat unconcerned, and then shrugged slightly, “There is no easy explanation for such things.”

The elevator doors were opened and she and I made way for a group of doctors wheeling patients out of surgery.

We waited until everyone was out of the elevator before we got in, then I looked at her, “Are you here today to apologize or clarify?”

She held the bag and smiled bitterly. “That depends!” She spoke softly, with little emotion.

I closed my lips and spoke no more.

What puzzled me was that Rose and Sheila Torres didn’t seem to be the same kind of people. How could they collide at the annual meeting?

The elevator doors were opened and Rose hesitated, then she looked at me and said, “Miss Kennedy, why don’t you go in first? I’ll be right in.”

I was stunned for a while and went in without much explanation.

In the hospital room, a nurse was changing lotion for Sheila Torres. The patient was so beautiful that the nurse who changed her dressing could not help but take a second look.