Chapter 882 Give Me Your Papers


    Developed some feelings for the child?


    How was this possible?


    Jessie shook her head and took two steps back, looking at George with an even stranger look.


    Clearly, she still didn''t want to take his word for it.


    George pursed his lips, and did not insist that she must believe it.


    After all, she would not trust him as long as the wariness of him was not removed from her heart.


    So, trust was something that needed toe slowlyter.


    "If you don''t believe it, just think of it as me telling a lie to deceive you." George said in a light voice.


    Jessie bit her lip.


    So he really was joking.


    But it was a bad joke for him to make.


    Taking a breath, Jessie asked again, "Then Mr. Joe, why on earth did you agree to me keeping the


    baby and hospitalizing me? I''m pretty sure that you wanted me to give birth to the baby, what about


    after the birth? Are you going to take the baby away and throw it away?"


    That was her biggest worry now.


    Yes, she was no longer worried that he would make her abort the baby, but that he would take it away


    and throw it away when she had it, or give it to someone else so that mother and child would never see


    each other again for the rest of their lives.


    If that was the case, then she had to say that his methods were more vicious.


    This type of revenge was simply unconscionable.


    It was more painful to take the baby away and not see it for the rest of her life than to just let her abort


    it.


    Thinking of this, Jessie''s face turned white, and she couldn''t help but breathe sharply, and the way she


    looked at George, she was even more wary.


    George naturally felt the change in her, based on her look, he naturally understood what she was


    thinking, helplessly shook his head, "Put away those shocking thoughts of yours, I am not that


    underhanded."


    Jessie swallowed hard, "So ...... Mr. Joe, you''re not going to take the baby away, are you?"


    George nodded, "I don''t have that in mind."


    Jessie clenched her hand and couldn''t help but smile, "Great, I thought you let me have the baby just to


    carry it away so that we could never see each other for the rest of our lives, as a way to get back at


    me."


    After hearing the woman''s words, George said, "You are quite good at imagination."


    Jessie lowered her head, "I''m sorry, Mr. Joe, I don''t want to, it''s really because the psychological


    shadow you brought me was too big, so I had to think about everything more."


    In fact, she didn''t even want to think about it in those terms; thinking about it too much made her feel


    nervous and about to turn into a nervous wreck.


    But there was really nothing she could do about it.


    After listening to Jessie''s exnation, George felt tired and ashamed at the same time.


    For it was indeed all the stress and shadows he had brought to her that she would think such


    nonsense.


    "Forget it." George lifted his sses and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I asked you to keep the child,


    hospitalized and conditioned to give birth to the child for no other reason, nor was it my intention to take


    the child away so that you can not meet for the rest of your lives, I just suddenly want to see what kind


    of child I have, whether it was a genius or a fool."


    He said this deliberately to dispel thest doubts in Jessie''s mind.


    Jessie blinked and stared at George, as if she wanted to see if what George said was true or not.


    But after watching for a while, she watched as George''s expression that had not changed in the


    slightest under her gaze, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief.


    What he said, which should be true, was that the reason he had suddenly changed his mind and let her


    keep the child was not because he had developed feelings for it, nor was it because he wanted to get


    back at her.


    Rather, it was because of the curiosity that had arisen about this child.


    He simply wanted to know what it would be like to have a child with his blood in it.


    To put it bluntly, he just took an interest in the child on a whim, and nothing more.


    But it didn''t matter, she didn''t expect him to have feelings for the child, as long as he didn''t use the child


    to get back at her family.


    "Alright, go and check in for hospitalization, if you want this child, hurry up to do so." George looked at


    Jessie and suddenly spoke.


    Jessie nodded, "I know, I''ll goter, but it''s already evening now, Mr. Joe, are you hungry?"


    George raised his eyes, "I am okay."


    Jessie rolled up her sleeves, "What do you want to eat? I will cook it now."


    She asked, looking at him.


    George''s eyelids drooped slightly, as if in thought.


    After a few seconds, he looked up and slowly announced the names of a few dishes.


    Jessie nodded, thinking that these were things she would do and that they were doable here, and


    smiled as she agreed.


    "Okay, then I''ll go and cook first." With that, Jessie was about to head for the kitchen.


    "Wait." George suddenly called out to her again.


    Jessie stopped and turned her head, "What’s wrong, Mr. Joe?"


    George looked at her and said, "Give me your papers."


    Jessie froze, then asked, "What do you need this for?"


    He wouldn''t want to have her papers impounded, would he?


    To stop her sneaking offter.


    When George looked at Jessie''s expression, he knew what she was thinking, and said, "You''re thinking


    nonsense again."


    Jessie spat out her tongue in self-consciousness and didn''t say anything.


    She could not help it.


    She had just said that he had given her so much psychological weight that she couldn''t help but think


    about it more whenever he made the slightest request or condition of her.


    "Change this problem of yours." George frowned, "If you go on like this, you''ll be mentally strained and


    sooner orter be a nervous wreck."


    Jessie''s head was buried even lower.


    She knew that messing with her brain like that could easily make herself sick.


    But she couldn''t help it.


    But it was okay, he would just take his time to correct her afterwards.


    "I want your papers for your hospitalization." George pursed his lips and said.


    Jessie''s eyes widened, "What?"


    "Yeah." George lifted his chin, unconcerned.


    George waved his hand, "No need, Mr. Joe, I can just do it myself, didn''t I just promise that I would be


    hospitalized, so I can just go by myselfter."


    "Who knows if you''ll forget again." George pushed his sses, impatient, "All right, hurry up and give


    me your papers, I''ll handle it directly for you."


    When he finished, he held out his hands.


    Seeing that, Jessie had no choice but took out her papers from her bag and handed them to him.


    When George saw how obedient she was, he was satisfied and withdrew his hand, "You can go now."


    "Okay, thank you, Mr. Joe." Jessie gave him a slight bow before walking quickly towards the kitchen.


    George was the only one left in the ward, and he looked down at the documents in his hands, his eyes


    obscure.


    The photo on the document, taken when Jessie was at university, was instantly recognizable to him.


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    Because he had seen it, the way she looked in college.


    And she''d always been azy person and didn''t like to take photos like other girls did.


    So over the years, she had used almost all of the ID photos she took in college, saying that she was


    toozy to change them.