I say nothing and wait for Sabina to continue.
"I divorced Fernando the day he died. He was uneasy that he didn't notice the big truck coming. The
Louises have blamed me. Even when Fernando was buried, old Mr. Louis didn't allow me to attend
Fernando's funeral. Even now, I don't know where Fernando is buried. I had Whitney ask Frances, but I
couldn't get the answer. So, I hope you can help me find out." I miss Fernando too much. I want to see
him and say sorry to him."
Sabina turns around, and her face is covered with tears.
I am surprised at the story.
I don't know that there would be such a bitter story behind Sabina, because she is so indifferent and
arrogant.
I know that I shouldn't be soft-hearted because of the story, but I can't help it.
However, it seems impossible for me to help her.
"Since Whitney failed to do it, how could I do it?" I smile bitterly.
I never expected that Frances would tell everything to me. So how would he tell me where Fernando's
grave is?
...
Sabina actually kneels down in front of me.
I can't bear it. I try to help her up in a hurry, but she is so stubborn.
"There is nothing I can't do. Don't do this."
Someone happens to pass by and looks at us curiously. I am helpless and don't know what to do.
"Please help me. I can only rely on you. I believe that only you can help me. I can't count on anyone
else. You're the only one who can help me. In a few days, it will be the anniversary of Fernando's
death. It has been ten years, and I haven't seen him for ten years. Help me and ask Frances. I believe
that Frances must have found out who hit Fernando, but he didn't tell me. Please ask him about it as
well. As long as you help me, I will not target you anymore. You are my best daughter-in-law."
Her eyes are very sincere, and her pleading words are enough to move me.
I can really feel how much she hated and disdained me in the past. But now, for the sake of the man
she loves, she kneels down and begs me.
Love makes a person so humble as much as he/she could be.
I think of Whitney and who I used to be.
It seems that I can't find a reason to refuse to help her.
"OK, I promise you, Mrs. Louis. But I can't guarantee that Frances will tell me. I will do my best."
"Don't call me Mrs. Louis. You are Frances' wife. Just call me Sabina."
Sabina heaves a sigh of relief and smiles.
She stands up and holds my hand affectionately, as if I were her own daughter.
I'm not used to such a change. I smile awkwardly and pull out my hand. "If there's nothing else, can we
go back now?" I ask embarrassedly.
"OK, we are going back now."
With that, Sabina smiles and gets into the car.
The relaxed expression on her face is completely different from the gloomy expression she had before.
Actually, I don't have the confidence that Frances will tell me. But if I tell the truth, Sabina may get
excited. It would be better to make her happy for a while. Besides, my life will be easier if she doesn't
make things difficult for me.
After returning home with Schuman, I don't see Frances, so I go straight upstairs.
Anyway, I don't want to go to work because I'm bored sitting opposite Frances. It would be better if he
fires me for being late and leaving early. I feel sick all over to face him all day long.
I didn't sleep well in prison last night, and when I get back to my room, I lie on the bed and fall asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, and someone knocks on my door.
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