Chapter 871 Jessie Was Afraid
It was hard for George not to hear it.
He frowned and held the phone away from him slightly before looking to the door with a stern expression, "Who's out there?"
The door to the ward was closed and he could not see who was outside, so he could only question through the door panel.
But in his heart, he still more or less guessed it, and his eyes became a little complicated.
Jessie outside the door naturally heard George's question, her teeth biting her lower lip, she wanted to respond, but when the words came to her mouth, she couldn't say them. She didn't know how she should respond.
Because of what she had just heard, she was completely disoriented, her heart was in a mess, and her mind kept going back to his words, unable to calm down.
He actually said that he was in love with her?
Heh, how could that be!
This was impossible, this was absolutely impossible!
Jessie bit her lip, lowered her head and turned in the direction of the lift, not caring about the glass she had broken on the floor.
Her mind was in a tizzy and she had to find a place to calm down, otherwise, she thought she might go insane.
When George heard the delayed sound outside, he frowned slightly, then lifted the blanket, endured the pain and got out of the hospital bed, limping towards the door.
On the other end of the phone, Ivan also heard the voice.
He was a wise man, the sound of breaking glass was very timely, it came when George said that he loved Jessie, it was obvious that the person who heard this was either Jessie or Jessie's family. For they were the only ones to hear this with such emotion that they broke the glass.
If it had been anyone else, it would not have been so at all.
Thinking, Ivan taunted without mercy, "George, it looks like there's trouble on your side."
George naturally knew what Ivan meant, narrowing his eyes and snorting coldly, "No need for you to remind me."
"I'm not reminding you, I'm just saying it off the top of my head, so fine, I'll leave you guys alone, I'll hang up now. I'll contact you before the showdown with Stanley." After saying that, Ivan hung up the phone straight away.
George looked at his phone and sneered, "Just telling me straight out that you want to hurt Violet, aren't you afraid that I'll tell Stanley so that Stanley will hide Violet?" Having said that, George put his phone away and opened the door of the ward.
He had expected the woman to froth at his words and remain standing outside.
But what he didn't expect was that when he opened the door, there was no one outside the door, only the floor of the doorway, shattered into pieces of glass. George narrowed his eyes.
He had underestimated her and had actually gotten back out of the way so quickly.
He thought that she would be dumbfounded and stay there for a long time.
It seemed that he could no longer really anticipate the person she was now with what he knew about her before.
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Of course, if it had been the old her, hearing his acknowledgement of his feelings, she would certainly not have left, and would probably have covered her face with tears of joy and stood in the doorway. George rubbed his temples, and his eyes soon grew firm.
It didn't matter, it would not take long for her to change her back to her old self.
He already knew, anyway, who had hypnotised her.
Of course, there was no rush on this matter, at least, not until after he had taken care of a few things first.
"Mr. Joe." At this moment, a nurse pushed a trolley over and greeted George, who was thinking about something at the door, politely.
George's eyes flashed and he gathered his thoughts back, turning his head to look at the nurse and nodding slightly, "Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Joe, it's time to change the medicine." The nurse said with a smile, then her eyes shot him a suspicious look, "By the way, why did you suddenly get out of bed? And standing in the doorway staring?"
"Nothing, just meeting someone." George pushed the re-fitted glasses on the bridge of his nose and returned indifferently.
The nurse nodded in a daze, "So that's it, I'll help you in then."
"No need." George shook her head, "I'll be fine on my own."
When he finished, he slowly turned around, holding onto the wall, and headed for the ward.
The nurse looked at his limping back and shrugged her shoulders, not forcing the issue.
After all, it was not like she hadn't seen patients like this who were feisty and had relatively high self-esteem before.
Shaking her head helplessly, the nurse pushed the trolley and prepared to go in as well.
The wheel of the trolley ran over something.
The nurse looked down and only then noticed the glass shards on the floor and said in surprise, "Oh my God, why are there glass shards here? Mr. Joe, you didn't step on it, did you?"
George had already lifted the quilt and lay down on the hospital bed, his voice was clear and cold as he replied, "No, that fragment should be someone else's accidental mess, please clean it up later."
"Okay." The nurse nodded with a smile when she heard his reply, then pushed the trolley in and changed his medication.
After the change of medication, the nurse went to clean up the debris at the door.
George turned his head to look out of the window of his hospital bed, squinting slightly as he thought about something.
He knew that the person who was eavesdropping at the door earlier was Jessie, but had no intention of calling Jessie back.
Because he knew very well that Jessie was definitely not at peace in her heart.
So, he was willing to give her something to calm down.
As he had said to Ivan on the phone earlier, he had been living in hatred before, unable to see everything.
That was why he hurt everyone with impunity, especially Jessie.
But now he had gradually surveyed the hatred and realized that perhaps the Robinson family was really not to blame for his parents' death.
He also realized that he was really in love with Jessie and had always been in love with her.
So he was now willing to accept the fact that he loved Jessie and was willing to try to be with her.
But the harm he had done to Jessie before did not mean that it did not exist, so it was not so easy for him to be with Jessie, or at least there was still a long way to go.
The first was the hatred between him and the Robinson family, which had not yet been dissolved, and the second was the memories and feelings Jessie had for him, which he had not yet recovered. And all this must be done slowly, it could not be achieved at once.
He had planned to wait until he had first resolved the hatred with the Robinson family before slowly letting Jessie know that he was in love with her.
But plans failed to catch up with change, and before he could dissolve the hatred first, Jessie was already aware of his feelings and was definitely in a compromised mood and emotion.
And the impact of this was not something that could be calmed by his presence in front of Jessie now.
On the contrary, if he appeared in front of Jessie, it would only add to Jessie's mood.
So that was why he didn't go look for Jessie or call her to come back.
He knew that Jessie, at this time, must be hiding somewhere, forcing herself to accept what she had heard, right?
Just as George had guessed, Jessie walked out of the hospitalization department in a panic and arrived at the bench in the garden of the hospitalization department, gripping the armrests of the bench with
both hands, breathing heavily for a while, before barely calming down and then sitting down with a confused look, looking at the flower bed across the street, and launching into a daze.
She didn't expect that she had just come from home, ready to continue looking after him and pouring him water, only to hear him talking to someone on the phone about his words of love for her before she had even entered his ward.
Love?
The corner of Jessie's mouth pulled out a mocking curve.
If this word came from someone else's mouth, she would believe it, but when it came from George's mouth, she would not believe a word of it.
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