In My Desperate Time
Chapter 296: If You Like Children So Much, Let's Have One

"Of course, it's for revenge. He did that to me. How could I still have feelings for him?" I say firmly, but my resolution is shaken a bit.

"As for this child, you should know Whitney doesn't care about him at all. Though I lost my child, I can't bear to see Whitney treat her child like this." Mindy sighs and looks at me with a complicated expression for a while before letting me go.

There are no products for children at Frances' home. When we come back home, I write a shopping list and ask him to buy all the things on it.

"How do you know about these things so well?" Frances looks at the list and says.

His question happens to touch my sore spot.

Back then, my child was about to be born. I've prepared everything for it, but I didn't expect that tragedy to happen. But now, Frances mentions this calmly. Does he even consider how I feel? No, he doesn't care about my feelings.

"I said before that I wanted the child back. Of course, I need to be prepared," I say casually.

I plan to prepare these items these days, but it is unexpected that Whitney discards her child and Frances takes the custody of it in advance.

Whitney probably doesn't want to give this child to Frances, so she asks someone to throw him away. But I really can't understand why she does so.

Although this child is not Frances', Frances and I will treat the child better than Whitney does.

Recently, I really don't understand Frances.

For example, his concern for me is beyond my imagination.

He even agrees with me to take this child back. After all, this is not his own child. He will lose face if others know.

I stop thinking since I can't figure it out.

Frances comes back with things I need in less than an hour.

The child gets hungry, so I mix formula with water for him. Fortunately, he is adorable and not picky about food. He drinks half a bottle and falls asleep again. Looking at the cute baby asleep in my arms, I look up and ask Frances, "What is his name?"

"Earl Louis," Frances says indifferently and seems to a little unhappy.

Earl is someone else's son but uses the family name of Frances. No wonder Frances feels uncomfortable. But he takes the baby back. I really think he has done enough for me.

But it doesn't mean that my hatred for him will be less. I will bear his faults in mind and never forgive him no matter how he tries to make up.

The crib is beside my bed. I am worried that the baby cannot sleep well in my arms, so I go upstairs and put him in the crib. I stand by the side, stare at his adorable sleeping face, and can't bear to look away.

I never thought I would like this baby so much, though he is the child of a woman I hate.

Frances walks up to me in silence and gently wraps his arms around my waist.

I don't push him away probably because the atmosphere is too good.

"Since you like children so much, let's have one." Frances leans his head against my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

My body suddenly stiffens

How can he put it so lightly?

He kills our child but now talks about giving birth to another?

I exert my strength to pull his hand around my waist away, turn around and point at the door with a cold face.

"Get out! Get out of here! I don't want to see you!"0000