In My Desperate Time

Chapter 602: Frances, Are You Alright?

Frances!

Would he...

After he wakes up, I am immersed in the joy of reunion. I never think what would happen if he consumes too much drugs. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Frances!"

I run over to help Frances up, but he throws me away.

I lose my footing and crash into the railing of the stairs, almost fainting.

Seeing this, the nanny hurriedly comes to help support Frances, but I stop her.

Even if he is pressed down, what's the use?

When he suffers the drug addiction, he must be much more painful than we imagine. How can I bear to see him like this?

I have to think of a way.

I cannot just keep looking at him like this.

I take out Frances' phone and call his confidant.

"Frances' drug addiction breaks out. Can you find something that can help him?"

As long as he doesn't suffer so much, I'm willing to do anything.

It’s better than what he’s going through right now anyway.

I can't watch him suffer like this. I'll go crazy.

"Mr. Frances is awake?" He asks with surprise.

It seems that he still doesn't know about Frances' awakening.

I whisper, "Yes, he's awake. But his drug addiction breaks out. I don't know what to do. Find him something. I'm sure you have a way."

"Yes. We used drugs to help with Mr. Frances' condition when he was unconscious. Now that he's awake, his need will be greater than before. It seems that he needs to increase the dosage. I'll..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Frances snatches the phone.

He frowns and suppresses his discomfort. "Who allows you to send those things over? Get lost! I don't need that!" Frances shouts in a hoarse voice.

Frances hangs up the phone, but I'm worried sick.

In his current state, if we don't think of a solution, he wouldn't be able to endure.

"No, Frances, if it goes on like that, you won't be able to hold on."

Frances is already rolling his eyes and his lips are pale. His clothes are soaked in sweat, and I can't bear to see that.

I feel that it is a thousand times more painful for me to see him like this.

This is a torture for me.

"I don't need that. Jane, call an ambulance for me. I can quit it. Trust me."

Frances stares straight at me. Although he looks miserable, his gaze is filled with determination.

Only then do I realize that Frances has always been much stronger than I have imagined.

The pain he suffers far exceeds my imagination.

I nod and call the ambulance.

Soon, an ambulance arrives. They take Frances to the hospital.

The doctor injects him with a tranquilizer and he is finally in a stable condition.

However, I could tell from the sweat on his forehead that he is really in pain.

"Frances, are you alright?"

I look at him worriedly and ask in a low voice.

"I'm fine."

He forces a smile at me, but his voice is weak.

I know. He doesn't want me to worry.

But his condition makes me feel sorry for him more.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Don't suffer it alone." I bite my lips and manage to hold back my tears.

If I were to cry at this time, Frances would probably feel even sadder.