In My Desperate Time

Turning around, I see my dress burning.
It burns very quickly because it's made of silk.
Without any hesitation, I quickly take off the dress and jump to the side.
Frances and old Mr. Louis notice the sound and rush over. They see me standing there with a panicked expression.
I am wearing leggings inside, but I still feel a little embarrassed when old Mr. Louis comes over.
But right now, I'm not in the position to care about that.
If it weren't for my quick reaction, I probably would have died because of the fire.
The dress burns out quickly, and the entire room is filled with a pungent smell.
"What's going on? Are you alright, Jane?"
Frances walks over and looks at me anxiously.
I shake my head, but my gaze is locked onto Hilda.
I don't know how it happens, but it happens the moment I turn around.
I forget to turn off the gas when I pick up the pot. My dress is probably ignited by the flame.
However, I don't know how it touches the flame.
"I don't know. I didn't see anything. You should ask Hilda about this," I said coldly.
Hilda put on an innocent look. She shakes her head at me and says, "It's none of my business. I only noticed it when it began to
burn. You dress probably got caught by the gas range."
"How could it possible?" I snort and snap at Hilda, "How could an ankle-length dress got caught by the gas range? Come up with
a better excuse. Otherwise, nobody is going to believe you."
No one would have done this except Hilda.

She can even do such a terrible thing. I can't imagine what will happen if she continues to live here. I won't even be able to have
a sound sleep.
"I really didn't do that. Frances, do you believe me?" While crying, Hilda runs to Frances and grabs his arm.
Frances purses his lips tightly without saying anything. He may be thinking about what is actually going on.
Seeing this, Hilda suddenly clenches her fists, her eyes filled with determination as she walks towards the gas.
"I never lie. How could I do such a terrible thing? Jane, even if you want to set me up, this is over the line."
I set her up?
"Are you saying that I risk my life to frame you?"
I feel it more and more ridiculous.
Only I know how dangerous it was.
I can't stop sweating on my back until now.
Hilda turns around and looks at the flames that are still leaping. She firmly says, "Since none of you believe me, I'll prove it to
you. I didn't do it."
As she speaks, she lifts up her skirt and places it on the flames.
Seeing this, Frances strides over and places down her dress.
"Alright, stop messing around."
"I trust you.”
"Frances!"
Hilda calls Frances with grievance and immediately jumps into his arms.
I stand here and watch them in silence, finding it really ridiculous.
My dress is made of silk. It burns quickly when it touches the flame.

However, her skirt is made of cotton, and it will take a while before it ignites.
I'm sure she does it for show, for Frances.
But Frances believes her.
Hilda is really something. Step by step, she's making things worse between Frances and me.
Do I really have a chance of winning against a woman like that?