In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 553

"Don't show your face in here anymore. You will cause trouble for Earl."

His words hurt me badly.

Now, is it too much to ask to see my child?

"Frances, don't go too far. Can't I just take a look at him? I've lost Penelope. Please let me see Earl."

Looking at the indifferent man with tears in my eyes, I humbly plead.

His face darkens and he says flatly to me, "It's your business that you lost the child. Earl is living here with me now. If you want to see him, you can apply to the court."

Does application work?

Can I see Earl just by that?

Hilda hates me so much. How could she allow me to see Earl?

Rather than naively believing in the power of law, I would rather sneak over to see him myself.

I know that Frances has no feelings for me, but he doesn't need to be so heartless.

"Frances, can you show some mercy?"

I grip his hand and ask with tears trickling down my cheeks.

His gaze lands on my hand. It is emotionless.

I notice that my overly intimate grip might tick him off, so I hurriedly let go.

I appear totally servile to get his promise that I'm allowed to see Earl every day.

I never entertain the idea of taking Earl back. I just want a visit. Can't I do that?

"Stop. If you continue sneaking here every day, then I'll call the police."

After Frances finishes speaking coldly, he closes the door.

As I look at the tightly shut door, I'm overwhelmed by feelings of depression.

Frances doesn't care about Penelope at all, right? Probably, he just asked me about Penelope casually back then.

However, I naively think that he care about Penelope.

I don't want to face my mother and brother or the real world.

I don't care if people call me coward or timid. I can't find a way to make me feel better except to run away from the reality.

Suddenly, my phone rings. I excitedly pick it up, hoping that it is from the police station and brings me news of Penelope.

The moment I see the name on the screen, my hope is dashed.

It's Mindy.

These days, besides calls from the police station, I only answer her call.

Knowing that I'm upset, she often calls to comfort me. I feel better, when she talks to me.

"Hey, Mindy."

I whisper as I pick up.

"Jane, I've got news of Penelope."