In My Desperate Time

Chapter 520: He's So Heartless

"What do you mean?" He gets a bit impatient.

"Hilda doesn't need your protection at all! She has already taken over the gang. Now she is in charge. I only shot you because I really believed that she had planted a miniature bomb in Earl's brain. She threatened me. It was also possible that old Mr. Louis didn’t die a normal death, but because of her. Also, Mindy told me that Terence might have been killed by Hilda. You can't be with her. She's really dangerous."

Frances looks at me, his brows furrowing.

No, he doesn’t seem to be looking at me. He is looking behind me.

Is there anything behind me? Isn't it just a glass wall?

"Enough, stop talking," Frances says in a deep voice.

"Don't you believe me? What I said is true. Hilda..."

Suddenly.

His hand lands heavily on my face.

His strength is so great that I can’t keep standing and just fall to the ground.

My palm press down on a small stone and those edges pierce deeply into my palm.

My hands hurt.

My face hurts.

My heart hurts even more.

Did he really just hit me?

I look at him in disbelief, but he says coldly, "Do you think I'll believe you? Do you think I'll be with you if you tell me this? Don't be naive! When I see you, I’ll think of the shot, and I feel sick! From now on, don't you ever appear in front of me again!"

Every single word of him is like a knife, deeply piercing into my heart with breathtaking coldness.

The blood in my heart oozes out from the corner of my mouth and falls to the ground, growing out blooms of despair.

How deeply does he love Hilda that he didn’t believe what I said and hit me so heavily?

It feels so painful.

My heart aches. It’s killing me.

His ruthlessness has made me feel incredibly miserable over and over again.

I think I will be numb after a long time of pain, but I never imagine that every time it hurts even more.

Frances, have you really changed so fast?

How naive am I to believe your vows of “love me forever”?

After the man finishes speaking, he resolutely turns around and walks towards the company.

I sit on the ground and look at his back, crying my heart out.

"Frances, what I said is true! Trust me! Come back, please."

My shout doesn’t move him. He just enters the company, never looking back.

I run to the door of the company and try to talk to him, but the security guards stop me mercilessly.

After several unsuccessful attempts, I take out my phone to call Frances.

I call many times, but either the line is engaged or the user is busy.

I think he put me on the blacklist.

Why?

Why is this man so heartless?

The warmth and sweetness of the past are still vivid in my mind. But now, he won’t treat anyone like that but Hilda. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I regret it. I regret believing in Hilda's words back then. Now, I'm like a stranger to Frances. I’m responsible for having a time bomb by his side.

What can I do? What should I do?

I return home in despair, unable to calm my heart down.

I can't sleep at night, so I get up and call Mindy.

Mindy is probably in the middle of a love scene. When she answers the phone, she pants for breath.

"It's so late. Why are you calling?"

"Ahem." I cough awkwardly and ask her, "Am I disturbing you and David?"

"Never mind. Just ignore him." Mindy says like she doesn’t care at all.

As soon as she finishes speaking, a wave of coquettish protest bursts out.

Knowing that I have disturbed the pair of lovebirds, I have no choice but to continue saying to Mindy, “Can you have David arrange some people to monitor Hilda’s movements and protect Frances and Earl in the dark? I am so worried.”