In My Desperate Time

"Why... me?"
It takes Steven a while to ask.
I know for sure that he's not willing to do this.
But I also know that as long as I ask, he will not refuse.
He has always been like this. He's used to agreeing to my request unconditionally.
So, I owe him too much.
That is why I want him to be happy.
"You are my good friend. I want you to witness such an important moment of my life. You were by my side through the hardest
and darkest times. And now, I have found my love."
At this point, I look up at Frances affectionately.
These words are meant for both Steven and Frances.
I have never expressed my feelings to Frances so seriously, and it seems it's not too late to say them now.
Frances returns me the same emotional gaze as he smiles gently at me.
I nod and continue to say to Steven, "Perhaps, without those misunderstandings, we wouldn't have been together." And at this
moment, I am very glad that this man with me now is my Mr. Right for a lifetime. You have witnessed not only my helpless and
sad past, but also my radiant days in relationship. So, there's no one better suited to be the witness than you. Of course, if you
don't want to, I can only ask someone else."
As I say that, I add a bit acting, pulling my face.
"I'll do it. Now that you have chosen him, let me entrust you to him myself."
Steven's voice is somewhat hoarse, and his expression darkens.
I know he must feel bad.

The goal here has been achieved. Next, it is up to Violet.
"Thank you, Steven." With a smile, I stand up and say, "I need to go to the bathroom."
When I get to the bathroom, I send a message to Violet and ask her how she is doing.
After all, it is impossible to fake a fever. I'm a little worried that she is in no condition to put on the act.
"I'm fine. Anyway, I hope he gets better soon. I can hold on for a while. I'm ready to move."
After receiving the message, I go back and whisper softly to Frances, indicating that he can make a move.
He nods and gets up to make a phone call.
It isn't strange for him to answer the phone now, since he is a busy man. Naturally, Steven doesn't doubt it.
I go to the waiter, ask him to bring a glass of warm water and blend some milk powder with it for Earl.
I don't know when I'll finish all this, so I feed him first.
As soon as Earl drinks the milk, Frances comes back and nods to me, a signal that the matter was settled.
Not long after Frances sits down, Steven's phone rings.
He picks up and says in a low voice, "Yes. May I help you?"
I don't know what the caller says, but I can see his face growing sullen.
I can tell it's a call from the police station. It's highly likely that Frances has taken action.
Shortly, Steven hangs up, looking serious. "I have something to do. Excuse me."
From his expression, I can tell that he panics.
It proves that I've made the right bet this time.
Thinking of this, I feel relief. However, I pretend to be confused and ask, "What happened? Tell me."
"There was an explosion at home. Violet is still home. She's sick, so she can't be out. I have to go back now."

With that, he doesn't cast a glance at us and strides straight out.
When he reaches the door, he starts running.
If that can't be evidence of love, then I really don't know what can be.
That's the nature of human beings. They need to suffer from loss before they realize that someone means a lot to them.
I exchange a glance with Frances
"Let's go there." I say to him.
After leaving, I call Violet to make sure that she is safe and sound.
Steven's car drives past us. Immediately, Frances follows with me in his car.
I look at Frances and suddenly feel worried.
"We just blew up Steven's house. Is it the right call?"
Steven bought this villa when he got married.
They chose the best place. After all, it's worth tens of millions. It just exploded like that. Of course, they feel a surge of guilt.
"I think it's good. I'm happy about the explosion."
Frances shrugs and gloats at me.
Only then do I realize why he is so attentive to me. It is entirely because of his damn jealousy.
I reckon that he has wanted to settle a score with Steven for a long time. This time, he just happens to get an opportunity. Of
course, he is hard on Steven.
With resignation, I roll my eyes at Frances and murmur, "I knew it. You're a wolf in sheep's clothing."
Frances smiles without saying anything.
Soon, we arrive at the Steven's house.

It is a gas explosion. There is very little damage outside the villa, but now the flames are flaring into the sky and heat waves can
be felt from afar.
There are police cars and fire engines downstairs.
Steven stops his car and sprints towards the villa at top speed.