In My Desperate Time
Chapter 393: He Doesn't Want to Disappoint Me

Steven has looked into the clinic for me, so it isn't too hard to replace it.

I take a taxi and arrive there with the address Steven gave me.

As soon as I get there, all those unpleasant memories surge forth.

For me, the memory of losing my baby is too painful.

And now, I just hope the message on the note is true. Perhaps I can replace some clues here.

The door to the clinic is open and I walk in.

As soon as I enter, I am surprised to see a familiar figure.

Frances?

Why is he here?

Didn't he say he wouldn't help me? Then, what is he doing here?

Why did he say something he didn't mean? He is clearly helping me investigate. Why did he lie? We haven't been talking for so many days for it. Frances is a little surprised to see me.

"Why are you here?"

"I want to ask you the same question," I say lightly and curl my lips as I walk towards him.

The doctor and nurse stare at me for a long time before crying out in shock.

It looks like they recognize me.

They avoid my gaze and keep their heads low.

Frances talks to them in English. Although my English is average, I figure out what they are talking about.

The doctor's next words shock me and give me more hope.

It turns out that my baby was alive when he was delivered by caesarean section.

Then, Hamlin carried the baby out. When he returned, the baby was not breathing, and his body was cold.

Although the doctor found it weird, he didn't ask questions because he was paid not to, so he placed the dead baby beside me.

When I come out of the clinic, I am pumped.

Even if a newborn baby dies soon after it is born, it can't turn cold that fast.

Therefore, Whitney must have switched my baby. I don't know why she did it.

I grab Frances' hand and tremble slightly despite myself.

"Frances, do you agree that our child is still alive?"

I stare at him and expect a positive answer from him.

On the other hand, I am afraid he will disappoint me.

After all, he mercilessly denied my conjecture once.

To my relief, Frances nods and says gently, "Actually, I have always believed that our child is not dead."

"Then why weren't you willing to help me replace him? Why did you say it was impossible?"

I look at him doubtfully and say with discontent.

"Idiot, how can I give you false hope before I know for sure? If this is just a scam, you will be even more disappointed in the end. And I don't want to see you devastated." Now I finally understand Frances' intentions.

The truth is, I misunderstood him. He has done so much for me without my knowledge.

My heart is instantly filled with his gentleness.

I reach out and hug his waist tightly. "Thank you, Frances," I say softly.

"Idiot," he says affectionately and gently, stroking my hair.

Now, it is basically certain that my child is alive. And I believe Frances will replace him for me.

When I think of my child is living somewhere in this world, I feel my life becomes perfect.00