In My Desperate Time
Chapter 259 He’s Getting a Divorce

I want to answer but couldn't say anything other than a whimpering sound.

The one outside must have sensed that something is wrong here so he knocked the door. But I really hope him to stop knocking and just come in. Whoever it is, please come in!

Apparently, the people outside can't hear my pray. The knocking stops and the man seems to have left.

I'm in despair inside.

Honestly, I'm extremely sick of Andrew. I would rather die than be touched by him!

Andrew breathes a sigh of relief. When he is about to take off the last piece of clothes on him and begin his invasion on me, the door slams open and two men rush in directly. "Jane, are you alright?"

It is Steven's voice. The two men standing beside him are the men he sent to protect me at the bar. Probably they saw me being taken here by Andrew, so they went to tell Steven. "I'm fine." I let out a long sigh and manage a smile at Steven.

Thanks god Steven is here. I can't imagine what would happen if he came a little later.

But in fact, I feel a little bit of lost in my heart. It is as if, the man I expect to push through the door is another person but not Steven.

I walk to Steven and stand behind him, taking several pictures of Andrew with my phone.

He still looks stunned with fear, and probably he did not expect someone would break in.

I sneer and say to him, "Now that you like to be naked in public, then I'll satisfy you."

I post the pictures of him on the Weibo with the title 'Pervert found in the women's restroom'.

Andrew's face turns black and he puts on his pants rushing to me.

"Bitch, what did you do just now? I'll kill you!"

I don't even dodge. He has been controlled by Steven's men before he could touch me.

"Andrew, do you think I'm still the same Jane that you bullied before? I'm telling you, you'd better stay away from me, or I'll make you regret it."

Life has made me an invulnerable and tough heart. I will never show any mercy to those who want to hurt me.

"Leave him to the police."

Steven says quietly, and he walks out of the bathroom with me.

When I'm out, I'm embarrassed to meet someone coming to use the bathroom, so I lower my head awkwardly.

"I've told you this place is complicated and unsafe, and it's not a secure way to stay here. But you never listen. Do you know what would happen if I come a bit later?"

Steven gazes at me and wears a serious look on his face.

I know. Of course I know.

Realizing that I make Steven worry about me again, I manage a smile and comfort him, "If it happens, let's take it as an insignificant bite from a dog. Either way, I've been through worse than this." I can't help feeling depressed again when thinking of my child.

With a sigh, Steven says, "I happen to be here so I can rescue you timely."

"For what?" I ask.

"Frances and Whitney are getting a divorce, and their divorce proceedings are under way."

I thought I wouldn't care about Frances's emotional life anymore, but something stirs inside when I hear this news.

"Why? Why does Frances divorce Whitney when they have a child?" I ask again.

When the words come out of my mouth, I'm surprised to realize that I seem to be showing too much concern for Frances. And apparently it is too late to take back the words.