In My Desperate Time
Chapter 426 She is Pitiful

As old Mr. Louis insists on Hilda's staying, Frances stands by and looks at me all the time. I don't know what's in his mind now, but his look worries me. For the sake of old Mr. Louis's recovery, finally Frances agrees, "You'd better live here. Let's see what to do when his

condition stabilizes."

I really want to say no and ask Hilda to get out immediately. However, I am not brave to say that. I must bear that Hilda smiles at me complacently.

Hilda moves in with her child in the afternoon. It's completely a nightmare for me. She coaxes old Mr. Louis very happily. Even her cooking skills are better than me, the dishes she cooked are comparable to those of a five-star hotel. Moreover, she is beautiful, gentle and considerate. Her strengths are really countless. For me, letting such a woman stay here is a time bomb.

Sitting on the sofa, I can hear old Mr. Louis's hearty laughter from far away. Frances sits by me with a poker face. I really can't bear any more. "Frances, do you really consider my feelings? What's your meaning by letting Hilda stay here?"

"I have said that before. It's for the sake of father's illness. Father likes her, I can do nothing." Frances sighs and looks at me helplessly.

"Shall you also agree even if father asks you to divorce me and marry her?" I can't restrain my emotions, and shout at him.

He reaches out and touches my face gently, saying, "Fool, why do you think so? How could father let us get divorced."

Why not? Old Mr. Louis has said that to me, but Frances doesn't know that. When I want to tell him, Hilda walks out with a peeled apple in hand. She comes over, sits down naturally and passes the apple to him, "Eat some fruits." Frances looks at me and doesn't take the apple. Maybe he is afraid that I will get angry. Hilda doesn't feel embarrassed at all and continues to putting pieces of apple into his mouth. Frances has to open his mouth this time.

How can I bear other woman feed my husband? I stand up right now and throw the apple into the trash bin, "Hilda Farey, it's none of my business that father likes you. However, I hope you can do your own job and not to play tricks all the time. Don't you think that no one is aware of your thoughts? If you dare to tempt Frances again in front of me, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"

Hilda looks at me aggrievedly, tears falling from her eyes. She turns and looks at Frances, crying, "Frances, old Mr. Louis asks me to peel an apple for you. Am I wrong? Why did Jane treated me like this?"

Tears are the best weapon of women. Without doubt, Frances softens. He frowns and says lowly, "Jane, don't bully Hilda. She is already rather pitiful."

She is pitiful?! Why don't I think so? Frances must be lulled into feeling sorry for such a woman. As a saying says, usually a pathetic man may also have some disgusting personality traits. I guess Frances won't understand this in his whole life. How can he admit that he loves me but choose to plead for other woman? I am too angry so that I go upstairs instead. Burying my body under the quilt, I feel more and more aggrieved and can't help crying in the end.

I cry more and more sadly. Suddenly I hear someone knocks at the door. I remember I didn't close the door. I think it must be Frances. My head exposes and I replace it's Hilda in fact. I don't want her to see my embarrassing look so I quickly wipe away my tears and say sharply, "What are you doing here? This is my wedding room. I don't welcome you!"

Hilda laughs and seems not to care about my word. She shake the thing in her hand and says softly, "I come over to send you the lawyer's letter."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐