One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 674 I Will Pay you Back

No matter what, this was something that she had to tell George.

Although after telling George, George would hate her and her family even more, but George had the

right to know! Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Jessie came to the nursing desk, squeezed her palms and gathered the courage to ask, "Hello, is Dr.

Joe in the hospital today?"

The nurse sized her up, "And you are?"

"I'm a friend of Dr. Joe's, and I have something for him." Jessie said.

The nurse laughed mockingly, "I'm sorry, Miss, I can't give you Dr. Joe's information."

"Why?" Jessie frowned, clearly confused.

The nurse shrugged her shoulders and replied with a cold attitude, "Why? Because you have ulterior

motives? You women, who have taken a fancy to Dr. Joe, often come to the hospital to inquire about

Dr. Joe's news, either directly besieging Dr. Joe, not only causing great distress to Dr. Joe, but also

causing great trouble to our hospital. There was a woman, who just came to find Dr. Joe, making a fuss

in the hospital, saying that if Dr. Joe didn't come out to see her, she would sit on the floor and not leave,

almost delaying the treatment of a serious patient. "

So that's it?

The corners of Jessie's mouth twitched, "I'm sorry, I didn't make myself clear, I'm not the kind of person

you say. I'm really a friend of George's and looking for him to talk about something very important."

The nurse was clearly still not convinced and simply ignored her.

Jessie sighed and had no choice but to take out her phone and dial George's number.

The nurse was surprised to see this.

Although she didn't see the phone number, she saw the words of George Joe's note.

It made her wonder if this woman was, indeed, a friend of Dr. Joe's.

If it was true, would Dr. Joe be upset if he found out about her blocking of this woman?

Jessie didn't know what the nurse was thinking as she put the phone to her ear, silently praying in her

heart that George must answer her call.

Fortunately, God was on her side, and George answered the phone, his cool, bland voice coming out,

"What do you want?"

"George ......" Jessie called out to him with a choked voice.

George frowned, "Since you have nothing to say, I'll hang up."

With that, he was about to hang up the phone.

Jessie hurriedly shouted, "No, George, don't hang up, I'm looking for you to say something to you, it's

about the murderer."

"What?" George was resting against the back of his chair, as he had just finished a surgery, and when

he heard this, he immediately stood up, "You mean, the murderer of my parents?"

"Yes, I already know who the murderer is, so George, can we meet?" Jessie asked hopefully.

George's thin lips pursed as he told her the location of his office.

Jessie wrote it down, and he hung up the phone, not even willing to say one more word to her.

A flash of loss flashed in Jessie's eyes before she put down her phone and looked at the nurse, "Miss,

may I ask how to get to Office 301 in the brain department?"

Office 301 in the brain department was none other than George's office.

The nurse didn't doubt Jessie's identity now, and after confirming that she was indeed George's friend,

she didn't delay any longer and pointed in a direction, "Go through there, take the elevator to the third

floor, then turn right after you exit the elevator, and it is the first room at the end of the corridor."

"Okay, thanks." Jessie thanked gratefully, and then walked in the direction the nurse pointed.

Soon, Jessie arrived at the door of George's office.

The door was open, and Jessie stood at the door, taking a deep breath before raising her hand and

knocking on the door to enter.

"George." Jessie looked at the man sitting behind his desk.

It was the first time they had seen each other since they had had sex.

He was still as cool and handsome as ever, while she, as of late, had become much more haggard

from worrying about Violet.

This made Jessie some inferiority complex.

George also looked at Jessie's much thinner cheeks, and frowned imperceptibly.

What's she been up to? Haven't eaten or slept well?

Although he thought so, George's face did not show the slightest, still so cold and indifferent, "You said

you were going to tell me about my parents' murderer, what exactly is it?"

Jessie took out a photo from her bag and handed it over, "Here, the person on it is the murderer of your

parents."

"What?" George's pupils shrank and trembling, he reached out his hand and took the photo, "You say

this man is the murderer, what proof do you have!"

"I have no proof, but this is indeed true, this is what Ivan found out, and as you know, Ivan and the

murderer are from the same organization, it wasn't difficult for Ivan to find this out." Jessie looked at

him and said.

George snorted, "Indeed, it's easy for Ivan to check this, but why Ivan helped me check? What does he

have to do with me?"

"It was Violet who asked him to check, and during this time, Violet was taken away by Ivan."

"How dare this happen!" George's face changed slightly and he asked, "Is Violet okay? Where is she

now?"

Listening to his nervousness and concern for Violet, Jessie's heart was unspeakably sour, and her

heart was even more painful like a pinprick.

She lowered her head, covering the pain in her eyes and the tears that were about to fall out, and

shook her head, "Violet is fine, Mr. Murphy has saved Violet back. This photo was given to me by

Violet. Violet said that this murderer has currently quit the organization and is living a retirement life at a

private beach he bought, but Violet doesn't know exactly which country's private beach it is. Ivan didn't

tell her, we still have to check it ourselves."

George stared at the man in the photo in his hand for a long time, so long that the air froze before he

fiercely tightened his strength and squeezed the photo into a ball, "I know, I'll investigate myself, you

can go."

Jessie stood unmoving.

George narrowed his eyes at her, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Jessie's mouth opened, "George ...... I'm sorry!"

"What?" George's expression sank slightly with some bad premonition.

Jessie suddenly thud towards her knees, "Sorry, George, you are right, you did not wrongly accuse us,

my parents send supplies to your parents but accidentally followed by the killer, so the killer found your

parents and killed them, sorry, George, I am really sorry ...... "

Hearing these words, George's face was incomparably pale, and in his eyes, there was a raging storm

written all over them, "So what, what do you want me to do? Forgive you guys?"

"No, I don't try to get you to forgive, I just, just ......"

"Actually, I've known this for a long time, knowing that it was your parents who inadvertently gave away

my parents' whereabouts that led to their murder."

"What?" Jessie's eyes widened, "You knew about this already?"

"Why else do you think that I keep saying that my parents were killed by you? You know our families

are so close, if I didn't know this, even if your parents weren't there, I wouldn't be so adamant that they

killed my parents, it's because I know they did it. That's why I keep saying my parents were killed by

your parents, because I was there, I heard your parents confess to my parents."

George squatted down and lifted Jessie's chin, his voice was like a demon from hell.