He sneered, "I don't care!"
I got up, pressed the emotion faintly looked at him, "This is all considered fair, you erased my child's hope of life. Dennis destroyed your career. This is considered fair, as for you to save my life of this kindness, I will payback."
My wrist was pulled, "Don't rush off, sit back with me."
I did not want to.
He pressed me back into the seat with some force and said, "I know, you hate me, you don't even want to see me, but Clara. I'm too lonely, New Year's Eve, the company's people left, scattered. I stood on the top floor for a long time, looking at the lights, but the heart is empty and silent, all these years I've been living like this, I'm a person who does not want to remember the past. But I always see my parents in my dreams, they prepare a lot of dishes on New Year's Eve, always urging me to go home soon."
"But once I woke up from the dream, I was faced with an empty room. I thought, maybe it would be better to go to you and see you, I drove the car to the eastern suburbs villa, stood outside the gate and watched your lights on, listened to your laughter. For a few seconds I wanted to go in and take you away, but I watched Dennis hugging you and laughing, it was too blinding, that kind of joy was like nothing I had ever seen before ."
I couldn't pick up the words, and looking at him lightly, I was silent for a moment and spoke, "It's late. I should go back."
He didn't stop, but spoke, "Clara, have you thought about it? You can't have a baby now. Clariana is not his own. Dennis loves you again, but you have to consider the George family, you respect the Old Mr. George, what he hoped for during his lifetime, you know better than anyone. If Yara knew you wouldn't get pregnant, do you think she'd still be open to letting you live together?Clara, this is Life, not TV, people aren't that open-minded."
I looked back at him and smiled lightly, "Hank, you are really good at rubbing salt in people's hearts, knowing how to talk and make pain, but, these are your words alone, people are different, like children. If his woman has a child, they will become a qualified couple, not to force her away and find someone to live with who does not love them. Hank, you said it yourself, this is life not a TV show, in that case, why don't you want to go back to your own life? What about living your own life!"
Some people just didn't love, from the time they met to the time they parted, never loved and never had a heartbeat.
When I returned to the villa, it was a bit late. Folly called, some stammering, "Clara, do you treat me as a friend or not, you don't come when I have a baby, you don't come to see me when I was in confinement in childbirth. I have asked you out so many times, what do you think?"
I was thinking about this when I left home this morning, originally I thought I would go see her after I finished going to the hospital, but somehow I forgot about it.
Now it was late and I was just back to the villa. I was a little confused, a time that was not worthy to say anything, so I had to speak, "Folly sorry, I went to the hospital today, I ......"
"To the hospital, what happened to you? Why did you go to the hospital, what happened?"
She had a series of questions that made me freeze and say, "Just a cold, it's better now."
It was not appropriate to talk about the baby.
She froze and said, "You should get well at home, then come and see me and the bab. You must come to the full moon reception, you are a sister, you have to come anyway."
I couldn't help but stare, and realized after the fact that the child and I were of the same generation, so I laughed and said, "Yes, I'll be there!"
I hung up the phone with Folly and was in a better mood. The villa was lit up and Finn was tidying up the kitchen.
Seeing me go back, she welcomed me and said, "Mrs. George, how come you just came back? Where did you go? Mr. called several times to ask and he came back. You need to hurry up."
She raised her finger and pointed to the second floor, indicating that I hurried upstairs to see. I was a little confused. The phone was not always on it?
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