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?”

It’s for the sake of father’s illness. Father likes her, I

to divorce me and marry her?” I can’t restrain

why do you think so? How could

apple to him, “Eat some fruits.” Frances looks at me and doesn’t take the apple. Maybe he is afraid that I will get angry. Hilda doesn’t feel embarrassed at all and continues to putting pieces of apple into his mouth. Frances has to

you can do your own job and not to play tricks all the time. Don’t you think that no one is aware of your thoughts? If you dare to tempt Frances again in front of me,

from her eyes. She turns and looks at Frances, crying, “Frances, old Mr. Louis asks me to peel an apple for you. Am I wrong? Why did Jane treated me like