Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 173 Revenge, It Won't Hurt If I Don't Care 5

I was a little annoyed and didn't want to talk to him anymore. I looked at Hank Gibson and said, "Pack it

up later. Let's go home and eat!"

Hank Gibson nodded. I got up and was about to leave when I was stopped by Leo Kennedy. "What's

wrong with you, Clara Kennedy?" Do you know what happened to us when we were looking for you

these days? Do you know someone...?” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

"Mrs. Kennedy, if you really want to be good for her, I advise you to leave her alone. She has suffered

far more than you think."

Hank Gibson asked the waiter to pack up and pulled me into the car, noticing I didn't look well.

He glanced at Leo Kennedy and said, "If you want to force her to death, you can keep pestering her."

Leo Kennedy didn't listen at all. He grabbed my hand and said, "Isn't it cured? Why does it still occur?"

After that, he looked at Hank Gibson and said in a cold voice, "What's going on? Doesn't she have any

symptoms?"

Hank Gibson was slightly stunned. He looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Do you have the

symptom before?"

I nodded and looked at Leo Kennedy "I don't want to say anything now. Can you let me go back now?"

I couldn't control my emotions without medicine.

Leo Kennedy nodded with sinister eyes, full of murderous look. Hank Gibson snorted and said, "Don't

look at me like that. If you want to know what happened, you can ask Dennis George."

Then he drove the car and left Leo Kennedy behind him.

Hank Gibson drove fast and soon arrived home. After taking the medicine, I looked at him and asked,

"Are those two people under control?"

He was stunned for a moment and then nodded. "They have been watched."

"I want to see them!" If the Lewis family couldn't be defeated in a short time, Olivia Pearson would be

attacked.

He hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Okay!"

After taking the medicine, I was not worried that I would lose control of my emotions in a short time, so I

drove directly to the suburbs with Hank Gibson.

Looking at the warehouse, exactly the same place, in front of me that I would never forget for the rest

of my life, I repeatedly told myself not to break down.

"Shall we come another day?" Hank Gibson looked at her worriedly.

Shaking my head, I took a deep breath and said, "It doesn't matter, just go."

When the lights in the warehouse were turned on, I could clearly see the appearance of the

warehouse. It was not big, and a lot of junk inside, basically all useless.

The blood on the ground has been cleaned up and the broken glass mirror has been taken away.

Hank Gibson asked the bodyguards to bring a chair over and let me sit down. Then he asked someone

to bring the two in.

On the night of the accident, the two of them wore hats and covered up. I saw roughly but I didn't know

what they looked like.

Currently, they were suppressed and brought here by Hank Gibson's men. I could see that they were

not fierce people who looked very honest.

But only such a person tied two ropes for me killed crucially my child.

"Mrs. Kennedy, this has nothing to do with us. We are just doing things with money. We..."

They might have been beaten up before they came, so they were in a hurry to distance themselves

from each other.

I sneered. "Are you so short of money?"

The two nodded like chickens pecking rice.

"Uh," I said quietly. "Though you're here for money, why don't you do something for me?"

They looked at each other and asked, "What's the matter?"

"A play!" Looking around, in the solemn air, I said indifferently, "I need you to help me restore the scene

that night, and then help me record a confession."

The two of them were fine at first, but when they heard the words behind them, their faces darkened.

They looked at me and said, Mrs. Kennedy ", we can pretend to be with you, but we can't record the

confession. We have already taken the money. If we give out the money now, we won't keep our word."

I nodded and played with my phone, feeling a little bored, “That’s the case, and then you don't have to

act with me anymore. You all have wives and children. It's better to let your wife suffer. As for the child,

my child is dead... Your..."

At this point, I looked up at Hank Gibson and smiled faintly. "I don't want to kill people, especially

children. How can it torture people more than death?"

Hank Gibson thought for a moment and said, “We just need to cut off their hands and feet and let

them..."

"You are crazy!" They suddenly broke down and rushed toward Hank Gibson and me.

But they were held back.

I suppressed and smiled slightly, and said slowly, "Crazy? Have you forgotten that two months ago, a

pregnant woman, in this abandoned warehouse for only a few hundred thousand dollars? My child was

about to be born! But you ruthlessly tied my legs to prevent him from coming out. Do you know how he

died in the end? He was suffocated to death, and he died. I haven't taken your lives yet. Crazy? Huh?"

I said harshly. I looked at them gloomily and said, "It's okay if you don't cooperate. Do you think only

you can avoid the law and kill people, but we can't?"

"No! Mrs. Kennedy, we'll all agree to your request. My wife and children are innocent. It's our fault. If

you want revenge, come to us. We promise you anything!"

"Yes, we promise you anything, as long as you let go of our wives and children."

Their pitiful expressions made me feel a little bored. I calmed down slightly and looked at Hank Gibson,

saying, "Since they all agreed, so start!"

Hank Gibson nodded and found a pregnant woman actor who had been found. She was wearing the

clothes I wore on the day of the accident. The makeup artist was good at making up. Her original figure

and face shape was similar to mine. After careful modification, she was almost the same as me.

Hank Gibson asked someone to move the mirror in the warehouse in as before.

The warehouse was restored to what it was two months ago. As for the scene outside, since it was a

show, of course, everything was ready.

I didn't want to recall what happened that night. I just told the pregnant woman about what happened

that night and asked Hank Gibson to send me home.

As for their confession, I didn't need to listen to the final result and know who it was. I recorded the

confession, but in order to hand over the irrefutable evidence to the police one day so that they had no

room to refute.

It was admitted that people would change after experiencing some things, such as weakness and

incompetence. However, the hatred was not strong enough, the love was not thorough enough, and the

injury was not deep enough.

After returning home, I simply washed up and fell asleep. I had a good sleep all night.