Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 439

Love, or hate. It sounded simple, but how could it be that easy?

I said, “Mario, can you promise me that Clarie will grow up safe and sound?”

He nodded and calmly, “Yes. She is my daughter, I will take good care of her, give her all love and care.”

I did believe him.

So, I nodded.

Would the driver call the police? It didn’t seem likely. I was a bit rash. I should have told Leo before I came. Otherwise, if I died, I was afraid my body would rot and no one would know.

How ugly the decay was!

Seeing me stare at sulfuric acid, he smiled, giving a kind of wanton smile, “I gave you the choice to die the same way Irene did, and you deserve it.”

Looking at him, I was a little angry, “So as far as you're concerned, I’m still getting preferential treatment, right?”

He raised his eyebrows and said, “At least it’s ritualistic. Do it!”

I was not afraid of death, but I was not willing to let myself die in this way, so I had not started.

He was a man of great impatience. When I didn’t respond, he just got up and went to the table.

He picked it up, looked at me darkly, raised his eyebrows, and said with some impatience, “You want me to do it myself?”

I saw something hideous about him. Instinctively, I took a step back and looked at him, “Mario, you have a way back!”

“Aha!” He burst out laughing, then looked at me with a ghastly face. “Clara, you’re scared.”

Duh, no one was not afraid of this situation.

Step by step, he approached me, and I unconsciously stepped back.

“Mario, the dead cannot be brought back. The living is precious.” I spoke out of instinct.

He smiled grimly and didn’t listen to what I said.

He had wrenched the lid off his hand and was holding it close to me.

Looking at me, he said grimly, “You look a lot like Irene now. She was as bitter and struggling as you were when she left. I thought at the time, she must really want to live, but she just couldn’t find a reason. Tell me, why can’t I be her reason for her to live?”

I looked at him, stepping back step by step. But I was blocked by the old stuff behind me, and there was nowhere to retreat.

He looked at me like I was a clown. He threw sulfuric acid at me in a ghastly way.

Almost at the same time, I instinctively raised my hand to protect my face, but I couldn’t completely block it.

I was flung into the arms of a man. Almost at the same time, I heard the sound of rotting flesh and smelled something disgusting.

I heard a man’s voice in pain. Then a crowd of people came in.

When I recovered, I realized that the acid thrown at me by Mario had been blocked by Dennis.

I looked at Dennis’s face, almost as white as paper.

The strange but disgusting smell made me open my mouth, but unable to say a word.

I watched as he fell to his knees in front of me and was whisked away.

My head was buzzing, I couldn’t say a word, and I didn’t know what to do.