In My Desperate Time

Chapter 594: Spiteful and Cruel

"What is it?"

I stand there, afraid to take it from him.

I don't know what it is except that it must have something to do with Frances.

"Several things including some documents that Mr. Louis gives you. You'll see when you open it."

Documents?

I have wanted to take a look, but I don't get the chance. They are taking Frances out on his bed. I have to follow them.

They put him into a car and soon arrive at an open space.

There is a private plane.

I watch them carry Frances up the plane. Although I know he is going back home, I'm still worried.

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I walk up to Frances’ trusted friend with some apprehension, "Excuse me, can I go with you?"

Even though I haven't told Mindy nor said goodbye to Linda yet.

And all my things are still at my place, unpacked.

But what is more important to me than Frances in this world?

I look at him anxiously, afraid that he will turn me down.

But he nods and says to me in respect, "Of course. Please get in. The plane is about to take off."

The whole time on the plane, I hold Frances' hand and never move my eyes away from him.

It has been more than two weeks and he still hasn't woken up.

When on earth will he wake up?

Even if I he never does, I will still be there for him. But I would rather that he will wake up.

I want to see him alive full of vigor.

Even if he is cold to me, malicious to me, ignoring me, I'm fine with it.

It's better than him lying on this bed anyway.

After dozens of hours of fight, the plane finally arrives at the backyard of Frances’ villa.

I can't remember how long it's been since I left here.

It's been so long as if it happens in the last century.

Frances is carried back to his bedroom and I walk into the house as well.

The moment I see Earl, my tears gushes out.

"Earl."

I walk over and hold him tight in my arms.

But he struggles to break away from me, slapping me desperately.

"Bad woman, you bad woman! Let go of me!"

His little fists do not hurt me, but his words do.

I look at him and choke up, "I'm not a bad woman. I'm your mother."

"Liar! You are not my mother! My mom told me that you are a bad woman. I must keep away from you whenever I see you!"

He pushes me away and runs to Frances, "Dad! Wake up! Where is my mom? I miss her so much."

But Frances is lying still on the stretcher. How can he hear him?

Earl keeps crying and never gives me a chance to touch him.

Every time I get nearer, he dodges me in fear.

This is probably what Hilda has done to him, to make Earl and I strangers to each other.

This is what she wants.

She is so spiteful and cruel.

Hilda wants to make it hard for me even when she is gone.