Chapter 862 Cowardly Jessie


    Violet then smiled heartily and didn''t say anything else.


    After that, Stanley huddled on a hanging chair, sitting together with mutual hugs, looking at his little son in thewn below, the atmosphere


    was extraordinarily warm.


    On the other hand, Jessie, who was on Violet''s mind, was currently carrying a thermos bucket and knocking on the door of a hospital room.


    Standing outside the door, her breathing was cautious and her whole body was tense and restless.


    Even though she had been caring for the man inside for a few days now, she still got nervous every time she came, and felt a tinge of fear for


    this man.


    Because she didn''t know when this man would suddenly be angry with her, after all, she was his enemy.


    Although these days, he hadn''t done anything to her, hadn''t tried to get back at her, hadn''t lost his temper with her, and had even been quite


    nice.


    But she just couldn''t feelpletely at peace in her heart, instead she became more and more wary.


    Because in her mind, the less he red up, the more dangerous it was.


    There was a saying that says, "The calm before the storm.


    So this George was probably just like that.


    Now George hadn''t done anything to her, but once he was in a bad mood, or she had done something wrong, he would definitely seize on that


    and take revenge on her.


    And the more times like that, the more she didn''t know when it woulde, the more unsettling it would be, the more she would be on


    tenterhooks.


    Thinking about it, Jessie let out a bitter smile before she heard the man''s voiceing from the door of the ward, "Come in."


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    Jessie took a deep breath, then gripped the door handle and pushed the door in, "Mr. Joe."


    George was reading a medical journal, and when he heard her voice, he looked up and over.


    Seeing her cautiously, lowering her head and lowering her eyebrows not daring to look at him, a sigh shed under his eyes, "You are here"


    "Mm." Jessie lowered her head and answered in a small voice, "Yeah."


    George closed the magazine in his hand and his gaze fell on the thermos bucket she was holding, "What did you bring this time?"


    "Pork ribs and melon soup." Jessie''s voice remained whispered, "You have broken ribs, you''ll recover faster from the rib soup."


    "Oh?" George raised his eyebrows, "Who taught you that? Howe I don''t know that drinking rib soup will speed up the recovery of ribs?


    There is absolutely no scientific basis for this."


    Jessie put down the thermos bucket, "I heard it from others, everyone said so, so I also thought it."


    George lifted his chin.


    Jessie said, "If you don''t like it, I ......"


    "No, just leave it here, serve me a bowl of it." George shook his head and said.