Steven Song stuns, then says, “You crazy? You made great efforts to leave Virginia and Frances Louis.
Why do you want to go back to the living hell again?”
"If I don't go back, does it mean my baby die for nothing? If one can get away with murder, isn’t it too
unfair?"
Thinking of the poor baby, my heart hurts deeply. I hate Frances Louis to death.
Steven frowns and says softly, “Jane, your baby is unborn, so Frances Louis couldn’t be called a
murderer. Besides, he can utilize his status to easily clear his name even if he commits a murder.”
Steven’s word deeply hurts me. Frances Louis isn’t a murderer? My baby was alive before Frances
Louis killed him. I could feel his heartbeat and roll. He was a small life, the most precious life in the
world to me. However, Frances Louis ruins all of this. Frances Louis ruins my only hope in the word.
How can I stop hating him?
“Isn’t my baby a life in your eyes? Should I bear Frances Louis getting away with murdering my baby?"
Putting hands over my heart, I look at Steven with tears. My passport, my identification credentials and
the faked ones are all kept by Steven. If I want to go back, I must ask Steven for help. Otherwise, I
wouldn’t beg him now like this.
Steven is very embarrassed and hesitant to say something with his lips opening. After a while, he looks
at me, perplexed, and says softly, “Jane, maybe it was not Frances Louis who killed your baby.”
His word totally irritates me and I can’t stop getting furious. “It wasn’t Frances Louis? Are you crazy to
think him not guilty? It’s his assistant who kidnapped me, and the assistant said Frances Louis wanted
to kill the baby! If that still couldn’t prove he is the murderer, so what? How to prove?” Thinking of the
assistant’s word, my heart hurts more.
Steven doesn’t talk any more, with his expression getting more serious. I know that he doesn’t want me
to go back and have any more connections with Frances Louis.
However, I wouldn’t get peace in my rest of life if I don’t revenge. Moreover, Steven told me the driver
involved in my parents’ traffic accident was hired by Frances Louis. I didn’t believe that before. After
witnessing his cruel behaviors to my baby, I have to believe. Father’s life, mother’s broken leg, and my
poor baby, aren’t all of this enough to push me to go back and seek justice?
Steven doesn’t talks with me until leaving the cemetery. I guess him afraid of me referring to the
proposal of going back again. But how can I give up my idea so easily?
In the car, I ask, “When do you go back?”
“Tomorrow morning.” He answers.
“Can I company you tonight? I have a bad mood, I don’t want mother to worry about me.”
Steven thinks for a few seconds and agrees. He previously plans to book another room for me, but I
say I am afraid of being alone after being kidnapped last time. I insist on staying at the same room with
him. Steven blushes slightly, nods gently and agrees.
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