Frances comes back very late recently. I think he is busy looking for Earl.
Until that afternoon, I receive a MMS.
In the photo, there is a man and a woman.
The photo was taken in a hospital. The man is Frances. He is supporting a woman and carefully
walking forward.
That woman has a big belly. I feel that she looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw her.
I just feel that this scene is somewhat familiar.
I am a little uneasy.
I think no one can calm down when she sees her beloved man being so intimate with another woman,
who is pregnant.
There are so many misunderstandings between me and Frances. I don't want to make up stories in my
head anymore, so I directly call the number.
Someone answers the phone quickly. It is a woman speaking.
"Who is speaking? Why did you send me this photo? Don't think that I would misunderstand Frances
because of such a photo. I trust he, and I won't think nonsense."
I get the drop on her and make my position clear to the woman on the other end of the phone.
The woman chuckled, and her elegant and gentle voice comes from over there.
"Well, you're making this call. It means that you've started to think nonsense, doesn't it?"
The woman unceremoniously exposes my thoughts. I am glad that I am not face to face with her right
now. At the very least, she can't see my panicky looking.
I clear my throat and say in a serious voice, "I'm not panicking. I just want to tell you that whatever you
want to do will be useless. Instead of plotting behind my back, just tell me what you want to do."
"It's not suitable to talk about it on the phone. Come out and we'll talk about it."
The woman tells me an address and hangs up.
She doesn't wait for my answerer. She probably thinks that I'll go.
I am going to meet her.
I don't like to be kept in the dark. If the truth is right in front of me and there is no way to know, it would
be too uncomfortable for me.
She asks me to meet at a café and tells me that she is sitting at table 2.
I walk into the café and ask the waiter where table 2 is.
Then, I see the graceful and elegant woman.
She is similar to what I have imagined, but it seems to be a little different.
She is quiet and at peace with the world, looking unaggressive.
She slowly stirs the coffee in the cup with a faint smile.
Suddenly, I think of a sentence.
"In the North lives a lady so fair, unearthly but refined, 'one of a kind', she defines."
This is probably the best explanation for her.
I walk over and sit opposite her.
The woman looks up at me and smiles politely at me.
"Hello, my name is Hilda Farey."
Since she is so friendly, I can't be too aggressive. I can only nod and reply, "Jane Noyes."
Previously, I had only taken a quick glance at Hilda in the hospital, or perhaps my attention was all on
Frances and I didn't notice how beautiful Hilda was.
Right now, she is so vividly in front of me. Her elegant temperament makes me feel ashamed of myself.
I'm far inferior to her.
Even when I was face to face with Whitney, I had never felt so inferior before.
If Jane has a relationship with Frances, how can I compete with her?
After taking a few deep breaths, I manage to conceal my uneasiness.
I look at her and ask in a serious voice, "What is the relationship between you and Frances?"
My trembling voice exposes my nervousness.
"Like you, I am his wife."
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