In My Desperate Time
Chapter 298: I Wouldn't Dodge

What?

What should I tell him?

I look at Frances in a puzzled way, not understanding what he means at all.

Only then does he stand up and walk towards me. He stares at me and asks, "Shouldn't you tell me where you've been in the past 6 months?"

His voice is indifferent, almost enraging me to strangle him to death.

Those painful memories flash in my mind.

He must mention it on purpose! How can't he know how painful the past has been to me? But he just keeps talking about it.

I suddenly understand why he marries me.

Perhaps, he wants to take a revenge.

He hates me for leaving without informing him. He feels it not enough to kill my child, but even intends to trap me by his side day and night. He wants to humiliate and torture me again and again.

I try my best to force a smile, though I am utterly distressed. Then I approach Frances, point at my heart and snaps at him, "Frances, why are you saying that? Why don't you just stab me to death?"

If I can't give him a devastating blow, I'd rather he stabs me hard in the heart and releases me.

Frances frowns and whispers, "You're the one who will stay with me for my lifetime. Why should I stab you? Since you don't want to tell me, just let it go."

With softened eyes, he reaches out his hand to my face, but I quickly dodge it.

His touch makes me sick.

To stay with him for a lifetime? Didn't he replace it ridiculous when saying that?

How can we live for a lifetime? In any case, only one of us will be alive. And the worst result is that both of us will be harmed or dead.

So, the word "lifetime" sounds incredibly ridiculous to me and almost drags out my tears.

"Do you care my willingness? Don't you just want to see how miserable I can be? I have lived a happy life in the past 6 months, but you destroyed everything. Frances, you probably don't know how much I hate you. But since you don't stab me in the heart, be careful that I will shoot you in the heart!"

I say in a freezing voice.

My heart breaks as the words get out of my mouth.

Frances' expression is a little complicated. He probably doesn't expect that I would reveal my hatred for him so undisguised.

I forced myself to endure it, but he keeps hitting my limit. I've really had enough!

Anyway, he knows clearly what he has done, so there's no need for me to hide my hatred.

"If that day should come, I wouldn't dodge."

He says indifferently, walks past me and goes upstairs.

I suddenly want to cry as the wind blows in from the window.

I wonder if this feeling is caused by the thought of my unborn child, or of Frances.

I will be awake all night long, I know.

Whatever, I also don't prepare to sleep, so I just gaze at Earl's sleeping face all night.

Apart from crying for milk three times, he has been well-behaved at night.

I really don't understand why Whitney had the heart to harm such a cute and good child.

How hard-hearted Whitney can be that she could be so cruel to her son?

Whitney and Frances are both heartless people. They're simply a match made in heaven. So why did they divorce?

Earl wakes up early in the morning. Then I carry him downstairs to get some fresh air. Just as we enjoy the sea breeze for a while, the police come.