In My Desperate Time

Chapter 19 I am not a free nanny

It is David Gibbs gives to me last time when I ask him for the address of Frances Louis.

I look at this name, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.

Maybe only Frances Louis can help me now.

I have my pride, my self-esteem. But now, neither pride nor self-esteem can help me live in this city.

Shaking my hands, I dial the phone, the phone rings for a long time, and no one answers.

For me, even one minute and one second are very painful.

I am afraid that he doesn’t answer.

But I am also afraid that he picks up.

Finally, Frances Louis doesn’t pick up.

But I don’t have the courage to call him.

I stand in the cold wind. I think I might really have to sleep on the street tonight.

Dragging my suitcase, I walk slowly under the dim lamps.

After two minutes, my phone rings.

nervous that my heart stops beating.

think,

It is Steven

“Hello? Jane

of his voice, and his tongue is

“What’s the matter, President Song?” I ask.

my house. I will send you

Steven Song hangs up the phone.

I don't know what he asks me

First, he is the boss and I am the employee. Second, I really have nowhere to go. If Steven Song doesn’t call me, I might have to go to Frances

I find Steven Song’s home according to the address

a

It can tell from the appearance that there is only one person lives here.

open the door, his body is full of the smell of alcohol. When

“What happened?”

up and try to take

definitely

exhausted to put

sober-up soup. I have to stay awake. By the

lies on the couch and rolls

he seems to have cried. At least, his eyes are red.

It is embarrassed to ask private questions about the boss, so I go to the kitchen silently and make a bowl of

I slap him, but he has no reaction.

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