One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 837 Let My Father Go

Jessie's father sighed and nodded, "Yes, I'm just worried about you, you're too soft-hearted."

Jessie smiled, "Don't worry, dad, I know what to do and what not to do, I won't mess around."

After saying that, she stopped looking at Jessie's father, but after taking a deep breath, she bravely

stood out from behind him and walked towards the hospital bed.

Jessie's father had wanted to pull her back and not let her go over, but then thinking of what she had

just said, he eventually reluctantly dropped his hand and let her go.

It's just that since his daughter wants to do her filial duty, he will let her do it.

Otherwise stopping his daughter won't make her happy.

Thinking that, Jessie's father simply did nothing and stood in the corner, his eyes alertly looking over

the hospital bed.

He had thought about it and he did not stop his daughter from doing what she was going to do.

But he could stand guard and once that George tried to do something to Jessie, he would stop George

first.

Jessie was unaware that her father was watching intently from the side as she cautiously made her

way to George's bedside.

George kept looking at her.

He didn't know exactly what she wanted from him, but that didn't stop him from wanting her to come

over and be by his side.

And as Jessie came closer and closer, George found that he could even feel his heart beating

incessantly, that joy, that excitement, that exhilaration, was surging inside his body, non-stop.

If he hadn't clenched his fists so hard to hide it,it would have shown on his face already.

"Mr. Joe." Jessie did not know what activities were going on in George's mind at this moment, she

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Hearing her address him in such a detached manner, George's pupils contracted for a moment, and

the excitement in his heart that had led to her arrival sank for a moment, turning into gloom.

His voice was low and husky as he said, "What did you call me?"

"Mr. Joe." Jessie repeated, and seeing her gloomy face, she blinked uncertainly, "Did I call it wrong?"

She didn't know what she had called the man before, but she couldn't guarantee that it must have been

by name.

After all, she loved him before.

But now it is different; she does not love him or remember him, so it is impossible to address him as

she once did.

She could only revert to a different title, one that was polite, yet did not seem intimate.

Mr. Joe is the most appropriate title.

But the man, for some reason, seemed a little less than pleased.

George did not answer Jessie's question.

For he could not have said that she did call it wrong.

She used to call him George, and even though he warned her repeatedly that she was not allowed to

call him that and that he was disgusted, she still kept on calling him that.

In time, he went along with her.

Yet now she suddenly called him Mr. Joe, how ridiculous.

Is this the punishment God has given him?

Looking at George's slightly distorted face, Jessie's heart trembled and she subconsciously took a step

back, distancing herself from him.

Seeing this scene, George's face once again turned grim, "You are very afraid of me?"

Jessie shook her head and nodded again, "I'm sorry, Mr. Joe, I'm not afraid of you, but I know that the

me before, I should have been afraid of you, because the sight of you naturally caused fear to well up

in my heart, therefore it also affected the me now, so much so that when I saw that your expression

was wrong, my body subconsciously showed fear first. "

George narrowed his eyes, upset.

For her words, and for her fear of him.

Did it turn out that he, in the past, had unknowingly given her so much pressure and fear?

For a moment, George felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

If he had not realised that he was in love with her, then naturally he would not have reacted much to

hearing this, but would have been happy to see that she was afraid of him.

But now, he realised that there was a chance that he might actually be in love with her.

So instead of being a little happy to see her so afraid of herself, it was depressing.

He even wanted to say sorry to her, but the words wouldn't come out of his mouth.

"Mr. Joe." Jessie didn't bother to care what the man was thinking, she squeezed her palms and looked

at the man, then suddenly bowed towards him, "Mr. Joe, I'm here to apologize to you."

George's brow furrowed once again and his voice also seemed slightly unpleasant, "Apologize for

what?"

Jessie straightened his body, "Two days ago, my father suddenly made a move on you and beat you up

like this, I'm really sorry."

Saying that, she bowed once more, then added, "But the reason my dad did that was all because he

was angry, he didn't mean it, he was being irrational at the time, so can you not take my dad's faults

into account? Of course, we will bear your medical expenses, including the subsequent convalescence

expenses, I just hope that you will let my dad off, okay?"

She looked at him pleadingly.

George heard her plea and his thin lips hooked up, "You are thinking that when I wake up, I will call the

police and sue your father for laying hands on me and sending your father to jail, so you came to beg

me to let your father go, right?"

"Yes." Jessie nodded her head in a hurry.

George raised an eyebrow.

To be honest, it never occurred to him to call the police.

Rather, why was she so sure that he would call the police and then come now to beg him to leave her

father alone?

Just when George was about to ask why she had such an idea, Jessie suddenly spoke again, "I beg

you, don't ever call the police, as long as you don't call the police, I can agree to anything you want."

He looked at her without saying anything and thought why on earth he was going to get her father in.

That's why it was so urgent to beg once more.

This begging, however, angered George.

He looked at her with grim eyes.

What did she mean by this, begging him over and over again?

Was she so adamant that he would send her father in?

Was she that distrustful of him?

For a moment, George's face was very dark, and his voice was also suppressed and hoarse, "Oh? As

long as your father is spared, you will agree to whatever I want, right?"

These words caused Jessie's heart to thud and a bad feeling rose up.

But she did not regret that she had said it.

Because she had to be about her dad.

And when Jessie's father heard George's words, he became anxious and shouted to Jessie; "Jessie,

don't listen to him, No matter what he says, you must not agree."

Jessie looked back at him and pulled the corners of her mouth at him, revealing a far-fetched smile

before quickly turning her head back to look at George.

Jessie's father saw that his daughter did not say anything and stomped his feet in anxiety, "Jessie,

come back, we don't beg him, let's go. Even if he wants me to go to jail, I will willing to accept it, you

can't sacrifice for me."

With that, he was about to go up and pull Jessie back.

But Jessie avoided her father's hand, looked at George, took a deep breath, and said seriously, "Yes,

as long as you let my father go, whatever you want, I will agree!"