Frances' car comes. After saying goodbye to Steven, I get in the car.
As soon as I enter the car, Frances says leisurely.
"What? Is there something you can't say in front of me?"
Sure enough, I know he is notoriously petty.
Helplessly glancing at him, I curl my lips. "What are you talking about? Steven showed his care
because you made a huge noise looking for our child. There's nothing that I can't say in front of you. He
just mentioned it out of concern."
"You're saying this like it is nothing. But someone looked at you like he wanted to swallow you up."
Frances says discontentedly.
I can smell jealousy in the car.
It is too easy to notice when Frances gets envious.
"Alright, alright. He is married, yet you're still being petty."
Frances doesn't say anything else. I think this matter is over just like that.
Who would have thought that he pushes me into bed the moment we get home.
"Petty? Who did you call petty?"
As he speaks, he takes off my coat.
The broken dress is revealed.
The desire in Frances' eyes burns harder.
I don't dare to speak or move at all. I am afraid he will eat me alive when I am not paying attention.
I just come back from Steven's wedding. I feel like I've experienced a great battle. I'm tuckered out.
After all, I spent every minute with Whitney being nervous.
Until now, I can't get her words out of my head.
Steven knows we're looking for my child, and Whitney probably knows, too.
However, why was she so sure that the child would become our regret? Has she made sure that we
won't find him?
I suddenly regret not asking Whitney about his whereabouts.
She took the child away. She should know something.
Although she probably wouldn't tell me, I don't want to give up as long as there is a sliver of hope.
"You're actually distracted now?"
Frances frowns discontentedly and bites me on the shoulder.
I regain my senses and smile bitterly at him. "I was thinking about the child. Whitney must know where
he is. Why didn't you ask her?"
Frances loses his mood for sex.
He gets up from me and says in a deep voice, "Do you think I haven't asked? As you know, Lawrence
has been protecting her like a baby. Today is actually the first time I've seen her since that incident.
Before I could ask, she had already left. I asked Lawrence, but he said the child was dead. He's on
Whitney's side, so he definitely won't tell us the truth. Instead of being played, we should do our own
research."
I nod, feeling sad and disappointed.
Then we search endlessly for the child. One after another, people come to our door and claim that they
know where he is.
However, after some DNA tests, we confirm that none of the candidates is our child.
These people are only here to cheat money out of us by bringing their own children over.
They would rather trade their own kids for money. In front of money, kinship always seems so
insignificant.
But I'd rather use all my resources to find our child.
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