Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 161

"Baby, baby..." After shouting countless times, I seemed to see a very small figure in the light.

He staggered toward me. Because he was too small, he couldn't walk steadily and stumbled.

I was overjoyed and ran towards him. Holding the child in my arms, I looked at him carefully, who was so small. There was a red patch on his head. Maybe because he wanted to get out of my belly as soon as possible, he was squeezed red.

He had a small nose and small eyes. Everything on him was so beautiful, and he could also smile. His small mouth curved like a small flower.

"Clara Kennedy, Clara Kennedy..." A deep and distant voice rang in my ears again and again.

I wanted to find the source of the voice, but everything around me was all white and I couldn't see anything.

When I came back to my senses and went to see the child again, the child was gone, leaving me alone in the white fog.

"Clara Kennedy, Clara Kennedy..." The voice rang again. I covered my ears and tried my best to look around, trying to find the child.

But this voice was like a curse, ringing in my ear again and again.

I ran out and shouted at the top of my voice, "Baby, baby..."

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, only to find a familiar white color.

A group of doctors in white coats stood beside me, all wearing masks.

Someone opened his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief, "She finally woke up. My life was saved."

"Well, take care of her and transfer her to the intensive care unit. After one day, observe her situation and transfer her to the ordinary ward."

"Yes!"

In a daze, I was sent to the ward by a group of people. My throat hurt so much that I couldn't breathe and couldn't say a word.

After the anesthesia, my whole body began to be full of pain, especially the abdomen. It was a pain that only took a breath to pull the nerve.

"The doctor said that you can't eat for six hours. You can only drink some water. You can't eat until the anesthesia is degraded." It was Hank Gibson who spoke.

How could I have imagined that the person who would appear in the end would be him? I had thought that it would be Dennis George or Leo Kennedy, but I had never thought that it would be him!

I couldn't say anything. I just looked at him, tears falling from my eyes.

He seemed to understand what I meant. He sighed slightly and said, "Take good care of yourself. You will have children in the future."

My heart felt as if it had been torn open, and the bloody position was filled with salt. The dense pain began to spread, and even my bones felt the pain.

Unable to control the pain in my heart, I began to tremble and sob. Hank Gibson held my hand with a gloomy face and deep pain hidden in his black eyes.

Without saying a word, he held my hand and let me cry. After a long time, I fell asleep in a daze. On the way, he called me several times. I responded in a daze and fell asleep again.

This disaster was so bad. Every time I thought of it, the pain began to spread, and I almost couldn't control this kind of sadness.

After three days, I could finally get out of bed. My throat could make a little sound. I grabbed Hank Gibson's sleeve, and my voice was still hoarse, "I want to see the child!"