In My Desperate Time
Chapter 497: Go Ahead and Shoot

It causes uproar in the crowd around.

They move back in fear, but they are still curious and refuse to leave. "Jane, are you crazy? Put the gun down!"

Steven says.

He stands not far from the stage and anxiously wants to come over.

Frances has hired bodyguards. When the bodyguards see me coming over, they all reach out hands to their waists. "Jane, don't do this!"

"Jane, what are you doing?"

My mother and brother are even more frightened. They are so anxious that they almost cry out.

"Don't come here."

Frances waves his hand and signals them not to act rashly. The bodyguards block the crowd.

It is as if there are only Frances and I in the world, and no one can enter.

He smiles gently at me and walks towards me step by step.

I aim the gun at his chest. As long as I pull the trigger, it will shoot his heart.

However, I'm don't want to do that.

I move back in fear and feel heartbroken.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid that it will be over between me and Frances if I pull the trigger.

What I'm even more afraid of is that I will kill him.

I can't help but tremble. Frances whispers to me, "Jane, if you'd like to kill me, I won't escape. As long as you're telling the truth, shoot."

My hands tremble uncontrollably. I look at Earl and Hilda.

What Hilda has said kept playing back in my mind.

I feel that my mind is in a mess and about to explode.

What should I do? What should I do?

I can't do it. I can't shoot Frances.

I love him. I really love him.

He and Earl are both important to me.

However, if I don't do as what Hilda has said, Earl will be dead once the bomb is detonated.

Frances' situation is different from Earl's. Frances is strong. As long as I don't shoot right in his heart and he is sent to the hospital in time, perhaps his life won't be in danger.

I choose to shoot Frances as the lesser of two evils.

I have no other choice.

"Jane, before that, look at my eyes and tell me. Do you really hate me?"

When I meet his eyes, his eyes almost devour me.

Not to mention looking at his eyes, even if I didn't look at his eyes, I wouldn't be able to fool myself.

Looking at his eyes, I'm not able to say that I hate him.

This shot seems to have shot me in my heart, and my blood oozes out bit by bit.

I feel that I am going to die of pain.

Frances! Frances!

I love you! I love you!

However, I can only hurt you in order to save our child!

I bite my lip, take a deep breath, and hold my own hand tightly.

My fingernails are deeply embedded in my flesh. The pain sobers me up a little, and I finally have the courage to say that painful lie.

"That's it. Frances, I hate you! From the beginning, I hate you. I hate everything you've done to me! I hate you so much, but I have to pretend to love you so much every day. It's painful for me. I don't want to lie to myself anymore, nor do I want to stay with you! I'm going to kill you and end all this."

I raise the gun again and steady my hands with great difficulty.

I can't tremble.

I can't make any mistake of this shot.

No matter what will happen, Frances will be fine!

Frances stands in front of me calmly.

Maybe he's sure that I won't shoot.

He understands my feelings and knows that love can't be pretended.

But he doesn't know that our child's life is in Hilda's hands.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I close my eyes and shoot Frances in the left of his heart.00000000