In My Desperate Time

Sabina is unable to move easily. When the ashtray is thrown at her, she has no strength to dodge. She could only sit there
blankly and close her eyes.
Without any hesitation, I rush towards Sabina and successfully intercepted the ashtray.
The moment the ashtray hits my back, I couldn't stand at all and fall straight to the ground.
"Jane, are you alright?"
Frances runs over and quickly helps me up.
I frown and force a smile at him.
"Don't worry. I won't die."
He looks cold and says, "Who do you think you are? Do you really think you are strong? Come. Follow me back to your room to
see if you are injured."
"If I don't stop that, your mother will be injured." I curl my lips and look at Sabina, who is safe and sound. I feel that it is worth it.
"Don't think that I would be grateful, for you have intercepts it. Stop dreaming!"
Sabina's cold voice chills my heart.
Actually, I didn't think of anything just now. It is because I am afraid that she would be injured that I rush forward recklessly.
Who can believe that she would be so ungrateful?
Frances doesn't say anything. Looking at Sabina, he takes me upstairs.
As soon as I enter the room, he lifts up my jacket.
I scream when his hand touches the spot where I feel hurt.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
"You know it hurts. Such a big bruise. It must be very painful."
Frances says coldly, then finds an ointment and puts it on me.

"Ouch! I already said it hurts. Easy. Easy!"
As he applies the ointment, I keep shouting. It sounds like he is killing a pig.
However, Frances is doing it heavier and heavier, and he doesn't seem to stop.
"Not done yet?" I grin and ask him.
"Rubbing it more may help you recover quickly. If it really hurts, think of something else to divert your attention."
Divert attention. Divert attention.
I suddenly remember something.
"Just now, old Mr. Louis broke your vase. You don't seem to feel heartache at all."
"There's nothing to be sad about something worth a million. I'm not lacking money." Frances says casually.
These words successfully piss me off.
"Then why did you ask me to pay you back? You don't lacking money, but I do!"
I feel wronged when I think of the days when he threatens me with money.
Frances suddenly stops.
The next sentence melts my entire body.
"Idiot. At that time, I just wanted to have you stay. If the vase is broken, I can buy a new one, but you are unique in this world."
Ouch! I can rarely control my screaming!
How can this man be so sexy?
Trying to calm down, I turn around and say to Frances, "Shameless capitalist!"
But inside, it feels as sweet as eating honey.
After applying the medicine, Frances takes me downstairs.

Old Mr. Louis has already recovered and sits on the sofa with a gloomy expression.
Sabina is still sitting there awkwardly, looking at old Mr. Louis.
Fortunately, old Mr. Louis doesn't attack her again.
Old Mr. Louis looks at us and speaks slowly.
"I don't have much time left. If you want me to see this woman for the rest of my life and feel unsatisfied when I die, you can let
her stay."
He doesn't have much time. What does he mean?
"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?" I say worriedly.
"I have liver cancer. It's already in advanced stage."