In My Desperate Time

"Of course, it's for revenge. He did that to me. How could I still have feelings for him?" I say firmly, but my resolution is shaken a bit.

"As for this child, you should know Whitney doesn't care about him at all. Though I lost my child, I can't bear to see Whitney treat her child like this."

Mindy sighs and looks at me with a complicated expression for a while before letting me go.

There are no products for children at Frances’ home. When we come back home, I write a shopping list and ask him to buy all the things on it.

"How do you know about these things so well?" Frances looks at the list and says.

His question happens to touch my sore spot.

Back then, my child was about to be born. I've prepared everything for it, but I didn't expect that tragedy to happen. But now, Frances mentions this calmly. Does he even consider how I feel?

No, he doesn't care about my feelings.

"I said before that I wanted the child back. Of course, I need to be prepared," I say casually.

items these days, but it is unexpected that Whitney

so she asks someone to throw

I will treat the child

I really don't understand

his concern for me is beyond

to take this child back. After all, this is not his own child. He will lose face if

I can’t figure

comes back with things I

him. Fortunately, he is adorable and not picky about food. He drinks half

asleep in my arms, I look up and ask

Frances says indifferently and seems to a little

wonder Frances feels uncomfortable. But he takes the baby back. I really think

bear his faults in mind and never forgive him no matter how he tries to make

sleep well in my arms, so I go upstairs and put him in the crib. I stand by the side, stare at his adorable