In My Desperate Time

Earl is sick. No wonder he hasn't woken up after so long.
I hurriedly go downstairs to fetch a fever cooling pad for Earl. Then I pick him up, feed him medicine and then closely keep an
eye on him.
When the sky darkens, Frances returns and directly enters my room.
It is the first time he has come into my bedroom since he left that day.
I feel worse at ease than I was at the hotel.
"What are you doing in my room?"
"What do you follow me to the hotel for?" Instead of answering me, Frances asks.
"I didn't. I just happen to see you, okay?" I explain.
How narcissistic Frances is! How can he be so confident that I follow him here?
"You see me, and then you misunderstand that I'm messing with another woman. So, you go up." Frances looks at me with a
smug expression.
There seems to be a faint smile on his face.
"Don't flatter yourself. I know Elin is your sister," I say unhappily.
However, I do feel a little jealousy before I remember Elin is his sister.
"How do you know it?" Frances asks me in surprise.
"Whitney told me." I make a simple reply.
I really don't want to talk about Whitney anymore.
I harbor more hatred towards Whitney than others, except Frances.
Frances does not say anything else. Only then does he focus his attention on Earl.
When he sees Earl, he frowns and asks, "What is wrong with Earl? Does he have a fever?"

"Yes."
I also shift my gaze to Earl. I feel extremely sorry for Earl for he looks so terrible.
"Do we need to send him to the hospital?" Frances asks worriedly.
I shake my head. "There's no rush. I can't bear to see Earl suffer from the constant infusion of antibiotics in the hospital. Let's see
if he can get rid of the fever himself."
"Alright."
Frances returns and sits down beside me without moving.
My attention is fully paid to Earl and I have no time to talk to Frances.
After taking care of Earl for most of the night, I feel somewhat dizzy, and I'm unable to stand it anymore.
"If you're tired, you can go to sleep first."
Frances whispers to me.
"No need." I insist.
Frances insists on leaning my head against his shoulder. Immediately, I close my eyes.
Afterwards, I don't know how I fall asleep. When I wake up, I'm greeted by a scene that surprises me.
Frances is bending to kiss Earl on his forehead.
I feel that Frances is shining with the brilliance of fatherly love.
I think besides me, anyone who sees Frances do such a thing will find it inconceivable.
"Frances."
I can't help but call out his name, although I don't know why I do so.
...

Frances turns to look at me gently. "Good morning," he says softly.
It seems to put an end to our bad terms which has lasted in the past few days.
But when I think of the reason for our bicker, I still can't let go of it.
It can be told from his behavior that he likes Earl very much. But why does he do such a cruel thing to my child?
Is it just because he is an illegitimate child?
I feel that if I don't ask, it will be difficult for me to sleep at night.
Finally, I ask him with tears.
"Frances, why are you so cruel to my child? I've already escaped so far. Isn't that enough?"
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