In My Desperate Time

Violet wants to see me?
Does she want to spill coffee on me again?
"Why do we have to see each other?" I rejects her request.
"I want to talk to you about Steven. He's not doing well these days."
"As his friend, I hope you can come out and meet me."
Violet pleads. I can tell that she really likes Steven.
Actually, I want to say that I don't care.
However, I cannot restrain my true feelings.
I owe Steven much. Now something goes wrong with him. I can't just sit back and do nothing.
Even if Violet sets up a trap for me, I have to see her.
"Alright, where should we meet?" I ask in a deep voice.
"Let's meet at the clubhouse next to your house. If I choose a place too far away, I'm afraid you'll think I'm up to something."
With her saying that, it seems like I have no other choices but go.
"Alright, when?"
"Two o'clock in the afternoon."
After making the appointment with Violet, I put on my clothes and go downstairs.
I see Frances and Hilda sitting on the sofa, each holding a child and talking with a smile.
They are like a perfect couple. What a harmonious picture. But to me, it is really an eyesore.
Frances is my husband. How can he be so intimate with other women?
I walk down without a word, sit opposite them and watch them talking.

They notice me after a long while.
Frances stands up and walks towards me. He smiles and says, "You're up. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
If I sleep a little longer, I'm not sure what I will see.
Of course, I only dare to say it in my mind.
Otherwise, I would look very narrow-minded.
I force a smile, take the child from Frances and ask softly, "Has Earl eaten?"
"Yes. When I fed my baby, I also fed him," Hilda said with a smile.
I don't ask her. Why is she the one answers?
I roll my eyes at Hilda and don't want to talk to her.
She hands Earl to the nanny and goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Hilda finishes cooking and goes out soon.
At the same time, old Mr. Louis walks out of the room.
He is still a little weak, so he trembles when he walks.
I want to go up and support old Mr. Louis, but Hilda steps ahead of me and goes forward to support him.
"Grandpa, be careful. Don't fall again."
She helps old Mr. Louis over and sits down at the table. Then she sits down beside old Mr. Louis and serves him half a bowl of
porridge.
Then, she gives Frances another bowl.
Of course, she doesn't give me.
But I didn't expect her to do so.

I hand the child to the nanny and silently serve myself a bowl of porridge.
During the meal, Hilda keeps helping old Mr. Louis with the dishes. I've never seen old Mr. Louis smile so happily before.
I have to say that Hilda really knows how to bribe people.
Both Frances and old Mr. Louis have a good impression of her.
If it goes on like this, what should I do?
After the depressing meal, I put away dishes and go to the kitchen to wash them.
Hilda insists on helping and follows me into the kitchen.
I feel very uneasy to be in the same space with her.
After all, bad things happens every time when I am alone with her.
"Just go out. I don't need your help."
I say coldly.
Hilda smiles and looks around the kitchen. I don't know what she's looking at, but it makes me uneasy.
Soon, the water in the pot boils. I take the pot to the side and prepare to wash it.
Suddenly, Hilda cries out in alarm. Then, a heat wave rushes towards me.