In My Desperate Time

“What happened? Speak slowly.”

I quickly sit up on the bed out of surprise.

My heart is beating hard too.

“Today when I got home after work, I found out that mom's not home and there are blood stains on the floor. I can't contact mom no matter how many times I called her, I have no other choice than contacting you. Frances is very resourceful, can you ask him to find mom? I'm really worried about mom.”

I'm so nervous, but I still have to console Frank.

“It's fine, don't worry. Maybe mom just happened to go outside and she didn't hear her phone ringing? As for the blood stains on the floor, she might have accidentally cut her hand when she's cutting some vegetables.”

These words can't even fool me, of course Frank doesn't believe it either.

“How could there be such coincidence in this world? Mom must be in trouble.”

Frank says that surely.

I feel something strange, why does he sound so resolute... Don't tell me that he's hiding something from me?

sure? Is there anything you

him with

quiet for two seconds before saying, “I'm not so sure either, but I keep seeing the same woman these two days that hangs around our house's door, and I think

Woman? Who is it?

Is it Whitney?

someone who wants to do something to my

side and she can't deal with me, she does

to recover are all lies! She's just looking for the opportunity to deal with my

a young and beautiful woman?” I promptly

she doesn't seem

30-40 years old?

Now I'm confused.

that woman is really 30-40 years old, then

who else can it

such a short time so I just say, “In that case, don't worry... I'll let Frances help us to get mom's whereabouts, stay at home wait for my

hang up after

around

“Jane, tonight...”