In My Desperate Time

Chapter 390: A Strange Letter

Although I ask him for a couple of times, Frances doesn't tell me what he bought.

Old Mr. Louis is getting better, so he begins to play around all day.

Frances wants me to go the company with him. But he could only see me instead of touching me there. And it will distract him from his work, so I refuse his request.

Then Frances remembers that we could travel together tomorrow, so he doesn't make things difficult for me.

Only Sabina and I stay at home, so I concentrate on drawing my design in the study.

But my phone rings. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

It's a strange number.

Who is it?

"Hello, is this Ms. Noyes?" A man asks politely.

But it's an unfamiliar voice. I'm sure I don't know him.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"Okay, there's a letter for you. Are you home?" The man asks.

A letter?

Does anyone still write letters these days?

"Yes, you can bring it over." I answer honestly, though I'm still puzzled.

Very quickly, the man sends the letter over. There are only an address and a name on the envelope. They are both printed, so I could not tell who writes this.

There is a piece of paper inside the envelope. The words are also printed.

Perhaps the person who wrote the letter doesn't want me to know who he or she is.

The content shocks me. I stand blankly and don't know what to do.

I can hardly believe it, but ... I want to believe it.

I still hold a sliver of hope and want that it is true.

But who sends this letter to me?

Is the news true? And why does he tell me?

I have so many questions, so I call the messenger and ask him if he knows anything about the sender.

"We can't divulge the identity of our customers. This letter is in the mailbox and we can't find the sender's information. Is there something wrong with the letter? Do you need to return it?"

"No, I'm just asking. Thank you."

After I hang up the phone, my mind gets messy.

Sabina asks me to cook, but I'm not in the mood. I read the letter over and over again, and I just get rather flustered.

After thinking for a while, I decide to tell Frances about this and let him think about it too.

But there are some things that I can't explain on the phone.

So, I go to the company with the letter.

I get there by taxi, but Frances is not in the office.

The secretary says that Frances is having a meeting and asks me if I need to tell him that I'm here.

After all, it is no longer a secret that I am Frances’ wife.

I shake my head and wait for him in the seat.

This meeting takes too long. When Frances returns, I almost fall asleep.

But when I see him, I immediately wake up and stride over.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say that you want to draw the designs at home? And you don't want me to disturb you."

Frances walks over and hugs me with a smile. He bends down to kiss me.

But I'm not in the mood to enjoy a kiss. I push him away and say.

"Frances, someone sent me a letter. Look!"

I take out the letter and hand it to Frances.

When he sees the content, his face changes too.

There are only four words on the letter.

But every single word strikes my heart.

Your child is alive.