In My Desperate Time

Chapter 391: I Don't Know Him

"Who gave this to you?"

Frances looks up at me, his voice trembling slightly.

I know he is as excited as me and also finds that hard to believe.

"I don't know. But somehow, I feel it is true," I whisper and take another look at the note. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Although I realize how ridiculous this is, I am convinced.

I will buy this even if there is only one thousandth of a chance.

"But you saw the baby's corpse," Frances sighs and says to me.

"No, I fainted before the baby was out. When I woke up, I only saw a body of some infant. No one can prove that dead baby was mine. What if it was never my child to begin with, but a ruse of Whitney to screw me over?"

I think of all the possibilities to justify what is written on this note.

If there is no hard evidence that the dead baby was mine, then he might be someone else's.

Perhaps my child is still alive.

Frances purses his lips and shakes his head. "Do you think Whitney would do something like that? She sent someone all the way to Prague just to substitute your child? From what I know about her, I find that far-fetched."

Although Frances knows Whitney well, I don't want to hear that.

"But what if my child is really alive? Frances, can you help me find him?"

I pull Frances' arm and plead in a low voice.

My child means too much to me. Now that I know he may still be alive, I can't sit idly by.

Frances grabs me and stares into my eyes, saying seriously, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but the chance is too slim. It's probably just a prank from someone who wants to agitate you."

No matter how hard I beg, Frances wouldn't help me find my child.

I am sick of hearing him denying the possibility of it.

I grow furious and stop talking to him, going home alone.

For the next two days, we are not on speaking terms.

He tries to break the ice, but I don't have the mood to bother with him since he still wouldn't do me the favor.

Whatever. If he won't help me investigate, I'll do it myself!

I don't even want to go to Prague with him. However, figuring that there might be news about my child in Prague, I tag along anyway.

...

We bought the tickets together, so I sit beside Frances, which makes me uncomfortable all over.

Frances has booked a room in a hotel, but I rush to my parents' house the minute I get off the plane.

Frances knows what happened while I was in Prague.

As my husband, he naturally follows me.

I called my parents before coming here. When they see me, they smile so brightly.

"Jane, we thought you weren't coming back. We missed you so much while you were away. How have you been recently?" Mom greets me with care and takes my hands, which warms my heart.

After a short chat, she notices Frances standing behind me.

"Is this your husband? He's so handsome!"

Mom looks at Frances with admiration in her eyes.

What's the good of that? He wouldn't even help me find my child. I'm still mad at him.

"No, I don't know him."

I glance coldly at Frances and walk inside.