In My Desperate Time

The sudden voice shocks me, and the pills in my hands fall off.
He is not talking to me, is he?
He probably can't see me as I'm hiding in such a secluded place.
After convincing myself, I crouch down to pick up the pills under the table.
But Frances’ footsteps slowly approach.
I become extremely nervous.
I grab the pills in my hand and hide the medicine box on the table.
Frances stands in front of me.
"Give it to me."
The man looks down at me and says in a low voice.
Really?
How does he know?
In an instant, I almost cry, but my face is still indifferent as I blink at him.
"What?"
It is impossible for him to know or see this.
I try to convince myself over and over again, hoping it is just a misunderstanding.
However, what he says next shatter all my fantasies.
"The contraceptive. Give it to me."
His expression is even gloomier than before, and he extends his hand towards me.
I no longer care about how Frances discover it. I directly stuff the medicine into my mouth and swallow it.

No matter what, I must take this medicine.
I've checked the date. Yesterday was within a dangerous period.
It was an accident to have that child, and I can't let that terrible accident happen again.
"Jane!"
Frances grits his teeth and shouts at me. He directly pulls me out.
I don't know what he's going to do, but judging from his expression, I know it will not be a good thing.
"Let me go! Where are we going?"
When I get to the door, I grab the door frame tightly.
Frances stops and easily opens my hand.
As a result, I can only reluctantly be pulled into the elevator by him.
Along the way, I keep struggling.
Everyone in the company knows about my relationship with Frances, but they are also curious about what is going on between
us. They are all secretly looking over here.
"Don't you need to do anything?"
Frances shouts, and they all obediently return to their posts and lower their heads to work.
After pulling me out of the company, Frances takes me into the car and drives away.
The car door is locked, so I can't escape at all. I can only shout at Frances, "Frances, where are you taking me? I'm being
illegally imprisoned. I'm going to sue you!"
"OK, do it."
The man doesn't even turn his head, and he whispers to me while stepping on the accelerator to the bottom.

Along the way, he drives extremely fast, which makes me feel sick. And it is even harder to control my body, so I can't argue with
him anymore.
After a moment of dizziness, Frances stops the car at the entrance of a private hospital, drags me out of the car and walks
inside.
In the end, he takes me to the internal medicine department.
After he enters the doctor's office, he says sternly to the doctor, "Give her a stomach lavage."
Now, I finally understand why Frances bring me here.
I know how painful it is to take a stomach lavage. I just took a pill, is this necessary for him to do this to me?
In my opinion, Frances is crazy. How can I obey him?
I stubbornly look at him and say to the doctor, "I won't do it. I didn't eat anything wrong. Why do I have to have a stomach
lavage?"
The hospital is not his. How can the doctor listen to him so irresponsibly?
To my surprise, the doctor respectfully nods to Frances and says, "Alright, I'll arrange it immediately."