He really doesn't know how painful it is for me to lose a child.
Frances is so cold-blooded, it's not possible for him to care about a child's life?
Thus, he can act like nothing is wrong after killing my child.
At least after I meet him again, he has never even mentioned anything about the child.
At first, I naively thought that he might just explain it.
Perhaps, he might just say sorry.
No matter how he explains it, at least the hatred in my heart won't be as strong as it is now.
“What's wrong? Is there something wrong?”
Frances raises his head and looks at me in doubt.
"He." I laugh coldly.
I really want to open his chest and see whether there's a heart inside it or not!
“I don't want to talk you about these now. I don't want to see your assistant again, just fire him.” I grit
my teeth and speak to Frances.
I can't deal with Frances now, but if I have to see his assistant everyday, I think I might just go crazy.
I can't do it. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my mind back from killing him.
“What's with Hamlin? He's been doing well all this time.” Frances stands up and walks up to me. He
looks confused.
Well?
Perhaps Frances' definition of "well" is doing all his orders unconditionally, huh?
I look at Frances coldly and say, “Nothing, he's just an eyesore to me. If you don't fire him, I'll just go
home. I don't want to see him anyway.”
“Okay.”
Frances nods and he actually calls the HRD to let them fire Hamlin.
I silently memorize that guy's name in my heart.
One day when I'm capable, I'll make him and Frances pay me back.
“What? He already resigned?” Frances frowns and speaks in doubt.
It even surprises me, that guy moves really fast.
However, I immediately understand it.
That's obviously because of his guilty conscience.
As long as people have a little conscience, they definitely won't be able to face it.
Frances returns to his own work desk and starts working.
I take my phone out and browse some major websites and platforms.
There's no news about our marriage.
Only then, I feel relieved.
Thinking of my child makes me lose my appetite.
So I just go to the toilet, change my clothes and continue my work.
It's been a long time since I get back to work. Sitting for the whole day really makes me feel tired.
Right before it's time to get off work, Frances speaks to me, “I let the driver send you home first. I'll go
home after I finish these.”
Frances has been working all day and he's not done yet.
How much work does Frances have in a day?
“Why is there so much work? Will your body be able to handle being so tired like that?”
I just blurt that sentence out.
Right when I say it, I realize that I care about Frances too much.
Why is it like that? I hate him, right?
Why do I care about him?
I shake my head, wanting to explain why I said that.
But I also can't think of a reasonable reason all of the sudden.
Frances stands up and walks towards me.
He stops right in front of me.
He looks at me with a very gentle gaze.
“You care about me?”
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