In My Desperate Time

There would not be so many problems between Frances and me without Hilda.
She's the reason why Frances and I are growing apart.
And she almost killed me yesterday.
So, how could I not hate her?
How would I keep such a big trouble beside me?
Frances stares at me. It looks as if I'm putting him on the spot here.
"You know, my grandpa doesn't have much time left. I don't want to upset him."
I can understand his worries.
Frances looks cold and indifferent on the surface. But actually, he's very filial to old Mr. Louis. He doesn't want to upset his
grandpa in his last days, and I don't want that either.
But why Hilda is the only one who can bring joy to old Mr. Louis?
I just feel like I'm about to collapse.
"There's gotta be another way."
I grab Frances’ hand and say anxiously.
Old Mr. Louis is in the terminal stage of cancer, so his days are numbered. But every day I spend with Hilda is fatal to me.
Frances frowns and shakes his head. "Jane, it's not that I don't want that. It's just that there hasn't been a proper way. Since this
is the only way, you might have to endure it for now."
"But don't worry. You are the only one I love. No matter how long Hilda stays at the house, I will never have any feelings for her."
"Don't you believe me?"
Frances looks extremely sincere, and his eyes were filled with love.
However, I'm still worried and it has nothing to do with trust.

Frances will never be able to understand how insecure I am because of Hilda.
I sigh and say anxiously, "It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that Hilda is too scary. I'm really afraid of her. Maybe you don't
even feel that you're biased. You think Hilda is not that bad."
"No, idiot. I only love you. I will never love another woman," Frances insists.
Now I know it's pointless for me to say anything else.
Hilda just has the knack. She's such a scheming person, disrupting our life. But I'm the only one feeling threatened, and Frances
doesn't feel it at all.
In his eyes, Hilda is a simple, kind and beautiful woman.
And I might have become that scheming bitch.
Since there's nothing I can do, I can only be careful.
I'm upset and just say. "I know." Then I walk upstairs with Frances.
I don't want to mention this to Frances anymore.
I don't want to talk about unpleasant people and things when I have a great time with him.
After getting into the office, Frances begins to get busy with his work at the company.
I sit beside him and couldn't help but frown. Frances has to look at the data on the computer while flipping through the reports.
He seems to be much busier recently.
Is there something going on with the company?
Although the data are displayed on the computer, I can understand nothing.
"Frances, is there something wrong with the company?"
I ask him.
Frances looks surprised. Then his face changes and he smiles at me. "No. What makes you think that?"

Frances' relaxing tone makes me suspect that I have an illusion.
However, is the company really alright?
Why am I so unsettled?