In My Desperate Time

As old Mr. Louis insists on Hilda’s staying, Frances stands by and looks at me all the time. I don’t know what’s in his mind now, but his look worries me. For the sake of old Mr. Louis’s recovery, finally Frances agrees, “You’d better live here. Let’s see what to do when his condition stabilizes.”

I really want to say no and ask Hilda to get out immediately. However, I am not brave to say that. I must bear that Hilda smiles at me complacently.

Hilda moves in with her child in the afternoon. It’s completely a nightmare for me. She coaxes old Mr. Louis very happily. Even her cooking skills are better than me, the dishes she cooked are comparable to those of a five-star hotel. Moreover, she is beautiful, gentle and considerate. Her strengths are really countless. For me, letting such a woman stay here is a time bomb.

Sitting on the sofa, I can hear old Mr. Louis’s hearty laughter from far away. Frances sits by me with a poker face. I really can’t bear any more. “Frances, do you really consider my feelings? What’s your meaning by letting Hilda stay here?”

Father likes her, I can do nothing.”

you also agree even if father asks you to divorce me and marry her?” I can’t restrain

do you think so? How could

but Frances doesn’t know that. When I want to tell him, Hilda walks out with a peeled apple in hand. She comes over, sits down naturally and passes the apple to him, “Eat some fruits.” Frances looks at me

trash bin, “Hilda Farey, it’s none of my business that father likes you. However, I hope you can do your own

falling from her eyes. She turns and looks at Frances, crying, “Frances, old Mr. Louis asks me