In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 306

It was a beautiful moment, but now it feels weird.

I know I must have asked the wrong question.

"Well, if you don't feel like talking about it, then pretend I never asked," I say to Frances with embarrassment.

I am having mixed feelings.

Sabina thinks wrongly how much I mean to Frances, and unfortunately, I've made the same mistake. I thought I could ask something like that because I felt I was special to him. How ridiculous!

Just when I think Frances wouldn't tell me, he speaks slowly.

"My father died ten years ago."

I look at him quietly and wait for him to continue. However, he falls silent.

I knew his father died ten years ago. So, can he tell me more?

But that is not going to happen. Therefore, I must fish.

I quickly search for the right words in my head. After organizing my thoughts, I say to Frances, "Well, look, no matter how it happened, we got married. Should I go with you to pay respect to your father at his tomb?"

He turns to look at me, his gaze deep and solemn.

I try to look as sincere as I can, so that he wouldn't tell my true intention.

"My father's death day is a few days away. I'll take you there," he says softly.

I never thought Frances would agree to this.

When Sabina brings a dish out of the kitchen, she happens to hear Frances' words. She is so excited that she almost drops it.

I finally relax.

I should stop here. If I continue, I might sound suspicious.

Frances goes upstairs after dinner.

After I feed the baby milk holding him, I go to prepare a bath for him.

Sabina nods and says, "I believe you can do it. It's enough for me to know where he is buried. As for the rest, if you can't get it out of him, I guess I have to find out by myself."

"I've noticed yours and Frances' bathrooms are connected. You are basically living together."

Sabina suddenly changes the subject and smiles at me suggestively.

Thinking about how Frances used to slip into my room through the bathroom, I blush.

"Normally, he wouldn't come over."

After saying that in a fluster, I carry Earl to the bed and begin to dress him.

Looking at the bruises on him, I feel so distressed.

It is like they were on me. Sorrow welcomes me.

"Why do I feel this baby looks like you?"

Sabina says.