In My Desperate Time

"Frances, how is your sweetheart?"
She asks me with her big bright eyes wide.
I've just come back from a business trip, so I'm too exhausted to tangle with this little hobgoblin.
I glance at her and say disapprovingly, "What sweetheart? I don't know what you're talking about. Your parents are coming back
next month, so why don't you think about how to deal with them?"
Anny's small face immediately clouds over.
She curls her lips and says to me, "Frances, can't you just stop asking such a hurtful question? You know that when my parents
come back, it will be an endless torture for me."
After a long sigh, she suddenly turns to me in confusion.
"Frances, Jane is injured. Why are you still so calm?"
Jane is injured?
What's going on?
"What's wrong with Jane? Tell me!" I snap at her, rising from my seat with my heart in my mouth.
I've been out on business these past few days, and I've barely had any rest. However, I get such worrying news as soon as I get
home.
Looking at me, Anny becomes even more puzzled.
"Don't you know it? She was stabbed in the waist by a young man and a middle-aged woman. I don't know what kind of hatred
there is."
A young man and a middle-aged woman?
Are they her ex-husband and his mother?
Right now, I'm too worried to think it through. I pull Anny out.

"Where is she? Take me there!"
I have no idea that something so big has happened. I have promised to protect her. Is that how I keep my promise?
My mind is in a mess.
Anny shakes off my hand and sits down on the sofa again. She says to me resignedly, "How do I know where she is? I don't
follow her all the time. Why don't you just call her?"
That's right.
....
I'm so concerned that I'm being stupid.
I'm so anxious that I forget I can do it by a phone call.
I take out my phone and call her, but no one answers.
I call my subordinates and ask them to find out where she is now. By the way, I ask them to bring Susan and Andrew over to me.
Half an hour later, Andrew and Susan are tied up and delivered to my home.
When they see me, their faces are filled with fear and unease.
"You're Jane's new boyfriend? What do you want to do?" Andrew asks in panic.
"What do I want to do?" I sneer at them. "Why don't you ask yourselves what you've done to Jane?"
Thinking of the knife they stabbed into Jane, I wish I could give it back hundreds of times.
I want to protect her with my life. How can I tolerate their harm to her?
Hearing what I say, their faces immediately turn pale.
Apparently, they know what I'm talking about.
I signal to my men to take these two upstairs and lock them up.

At this time, someone calls me and tells me which hospital Jane is in, but just now, she is discharged from the hospital.
Where will she go after she's discharged? Home? Or somewhere else?
I'm really worried. I'm going to call her again.
Before the number is dialed, she walks in from outside.