Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 214 The Gibson Family’s Complicated Past 2

Yara’s face was cold. She looked at Gloria, clasped her hands, as if holding back her anger, and

suddenly smiled. “Yes, I am cheap, but you are worse than me. Gloria, think about why you and Yank

divorced.”

“Because of you! Because of you bitch!” Gloria was furious. “Because you seduced him and destroyed

our family, all because of you.”

Yara sneered. “You really have no memory of your past! About that night at the Victor hotel ten years

ago, did you think that if you didn’t tell, no one would ever know?”

Gloria’s face suddenly changed. “You... What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean better than I do. You probably never know that after what you did, that guy will

come up to Yank with a video and ask Yank to watch how you made love all night.”

Gloria turned pale and shook as she looked at Yara, “No, it’s impossible. Yank knew, he knew...”

Yara kept a poker face. “Not only did he know, but to cover up your dirty business, every time that

person came, he paid that person to keep him quiet. Do you know how he survived each time? He

loved you, and you knew it, but why were you hurting him?”

“No!” Gloria burst into tears. “I had no idea about that night. I had no idea. I tried to explain it to him, but

I saw you with him, and it hurt me, and that’s why I started fighting with him. I didn’t know it was like

this.”

Yara looked at her grief coldly and said, “There was nothing going on between me and him back then.

Just to cover up your dirty laundry, he promised me a share of the Gibson Family and money. The

George Group was going bankrupt, and it was my father’s life’s work, so I needed the money. So I

agreed to accompany him in a play. As soon as he got the word out that he was having an affair, that

guy would know what he had gotten was useless. Surely you have no idea why that man died in a car

accident for no apparent reason. It was Yank who killed him on your behalf.”

Gloria sank to the floor sobbing.

“Why didn’t he tell me? Why?”

“Tell you?” Yara’s face was grim. “What’s the point of telling you? That guy died in a car accident, and

you almost killed him for a loser. Why would he tell you? To make you hate him for killing the one you

cared about the most?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t even love him. That night was an accident. He was dead and I was

just there checking. I saw you with him, and it hurt me, and that’s why I stabbed him, and I didn’t expect

this.”

Hank looked very angry.

He looked at Yara and said coldly, “Why are you saying this now? Yank is dead, do you want to kill my

mother too?”

Yara sneered. “So you want your mother to hate your father all her life? He had been wronged for so

many years, why should he not be allowed to die a clean death?”

“It’s my fault! It’s all my fault.” Gloria picked herself up hesitantly and looked at Yara and smiled. “He

loved me. Yes, he did.”

There seemed to be something wrong with her. I looked at Hank and said, “You’d better take your

mother to the hospital. She doesn’t seem right now.”

Not many people could handle that kind of excitement. Hank took one look at Yara and helped Gloria All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

out of the house.

Yara and I were left in the house. I looked at the indifferent woman and said lightly, “It’s getting late. I’ll

go back first.”

I hadn’t gone a few steps before she said, “You think I’m wrong, too? Ought I not to tell all this?”

I looked back at her and paused before saying, “Yank didn't want to say it when he was alive. Maybe

he had his own agenda.”

She sneered, “He’s just worried about Gloria’s feelings and reputation. What else could he be up to?”

I couldn’t help frowning. I always felt her words were full of malice. Looking at her, I couldn’t help but

say, “Yank’s plans were his scruples. All he wanted in life was to protect his wife’s reputation. You‘’re

taking more than half of her life for that.”

Gloria endured and hated for half her life, and finally found herself at fault. She hated the wrong man

and loved the wrong man. The rest of her life was going to be difficult in any way.

She looked at me and narrowed her eyes. “Are you defending Hank? Is my own life not important? My

whole life is ruined because of her. I did not marry the man I love and have no one to grow old with me.

To be fair, I am the poor one.”

Watching her suffer, I felt no sympathy at all. I looked at her and said, “Hank gave you a majority stake

in the Gibson Family, along with the emergency money. That’s what you’re willing to trade for. He had

been with you all these years, giving you love and care. One cannot be too greedy. You enjoyed his

money and love, and now he’s gone, and you start blaming him for wasting your life. Is that okay?”

People had their own choices. She knew this would happen when she chose to be with Hank. Sooner

or later, it was just a matter of time.

She glared at me. “Why are you helping outsiders when you’re George’s wife? It’s a waste of Dennis

loving you.”

I frowned and stopped talking to her. Maybe we were not the same, no matter how hard we tried, we

could not get together.

When she came to me about Olivia’s baby, I was ready. She was the kind of person who put profit

before everything else.

It was already dark when I left their house.

I went straight back to the villa, expecting Dennis to be back, but he wasn’t there.

So I went straight back to my room. I read a lot of documents in the company at noon, and some key

words were mentioned in them that I was not familiar with, so I could check them now.

Nanny Daisy asked me to have dinner but I was mesmerized, so I asked her to leave me alone.

By the time Dennis got back, it was a little late.

He probably saw I wasn’t in the bedroom, so he came to see me in the study.

Seeing him, I pulled my eyes from the computer, looked at him and said, “Hey, you’re home!”

He smiled, walked over to me and leaned over my desk to see what I was looking at.

The faint smell of perfume made me wince.

I hardly ever used perfume, and neither did he, and it smelled like a woman.

My smile faded, and I got up to avoid his hand and head back to my bedroom.