Love You Can’t Say

Suppressing the sorrow from the heart, I took a deep breath, “I won’t give it a birth.”

“Clara!” Dennis got completely raged, with bloodshot eyes.

“She will die if you don’t send her to the emergency room.” I spoke, with a tight throat.

Sipping lips, Dennis gave me a shot with deep look in his eyes, and then he lifted Olivia and left my room.

In the empty room, I stared at the blood on the floor, stinging and piercing.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

My fever was brought down, and I refused to get IV. I left the hospital.

After a stormy rain for a night, the Newton Town was refreshed.

After leaving the hospital, I went directly to the George Group, rather than the villa.

The receptionist rushed to me while seeing me. “Director Kennedy, Alice Booth Pearson has been waiting for about 15 minutes in your office.”

I nodded, entering the elevator and looking over at her, “Tell Jackie to prepare a gift, and I will take it to Alice Booth Pearson. The gift shouldn’t be much expensive, but delightful.”

The receptionist nodded.

In the elevator, I called Mario and he gave a fast answer, “Clara!”

Surprisingly, it’s the first time that I heard him call my name. I frowned slightly, “Do you have time this evening? What about having a talk?”

Seemed to be surprised, he replied, “Okay, When and where?”

“I will text you later.” The elevator was open and I hang up, sending Mario the time and address for the meeting.

Then I went to the rest room to fix face before back to the office.

I learned a lot in the past two years with Dennis. I had made great achievements at the scope of business, but failed in obtaining his love.

At least, I grew mature from a green hand to a tactful woman who can handle various difficulties.

In the office, a middle-aged woman in a plain cheongsam sitting elegantly on the black sofa, was reading the messages with the phone in her hand.

I knocked the door which was half closed, and then I pushed into the room. Smiling, I apologized, “Mrs. Pearson, Sorry to keep you waiting. I met a traffic jam.”

She stood up and shook hand with me, “That’s all right, and I just arrived here.”

After a small talk, Mrs. Pearson cut to the chase, “Mrs. George, I am sorry to bother you now, but you know that my husband just signed a contract with the George Group. However, no one can expect that things will have gone wrong. Could you talk to President George to postpone the starting time so that we can have breathing room?”

The corporation between the George Group and the hospital was in a state-owned system. The George Group was a company in architecture and commercial trade, and I took charge of the architecture program of the corporation. Mrs. Pearson’s husband was Stefan Pearson, president of the hospital.

We had signed a contract. According to the contract, the building program will finish this month and the hospital building can be put into use later. However, Stefan Pearson applied the designated fund for something else, so that the building cannot be completed.

Briefly, the rest of funds cannot be paid out at the time on the contract to the George Group.

Hearing her words, I showed a vexed smile, “Mrs. Pearson, you know that. I have married Dennis for years, but we didn’t get along well enough. He is precise! Besides, this is a great deal of money, and I cannot shoulder the responsibility if any mistakes.

Mrs. Pearson was a little upset, and she said, “In one week! You give us only one week. We will pay you off as long as Stefan has enough to meet the need.”

In fact, it’s not a difficult thing. But I paused, “Mrs. Pearson, as you know, the George Group is not a small company, so it’s way strict with turnover of funds. I have to take some risks if I do you a favor, but…”

Speaking here, I stopped, looking at her.

She seized the opportunity, asking urgently, “But what?”