Frances’ heart is slightly more to the left than others'!
Once when he hugged me, I lay on his chest and said I wanted to hear if his heart was going to beat
faster because of me.
He said that the position of his heart was a bit different from others'. And he told me to listen more
carefully to the left, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hear it clearly.
The situation earlier was so critical that I didn't think of it at all.
Now that I remember it, it's like a thunderbolt from the blue.
In other words, I may have accidentally shot him in the heart with the purpose of not to do that?
No!
I can't live with that!
I jump to my feet and sprint towards the operating room.
Yet, I bump into someone heading towards me at the corner.
It's Steven.
He furrows his brows and tries to pull me with him.
"Come with me!"
"Where are you going?"
I stand there firm and make no move.
Frances’ life was still hanging in the balance. I couldn't go anywhere!
"Don't ask so much. Just come with me first!"
"I'm not leaving! I have to be there for Frances!"
As I speak, I break free from Steven's grab and run towards the operating room.
Right at the moment, the door to the operating room is opened.
A doctor walks out and says to us, "The patient's aorta is hurt and the bullet is stuck in the heart now. A
surgery may result in massive bleeding or possible cardiac arrest. Old Mr. Louis, the expert you
appointed is on his way. When he arrives, we will start the operation. But the patient is wounded in the
heart, so the operation is very likely to fail. Please do get well prepared. If there's no problem, you can
sign this now."
The operation is very likely to fail?
I feel my head is buzzing, and my breathing stops.
No, I don't want Frances to die.
I want him alive! Alive!
Old Mr. Louis and the doctor have gone into the office to sign the form. I want to ask about Frances’
situation but is blocked.
Two police officers stop me.
"Ms. Noyes, you are suspected of shooting and killing Frances Louis. We are now arresting you for
murder and illegal possession and use of gun. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you
say will be presented as evidence in court."
I have seen this coming ever since Hilda asked me to shoot.
I was so afraid of going to jail in the past, but now I have nowhere to escape.
However, how can I leave before I'm sure that Frances is safe and sound?
"Can you wait for a moment? I want to see Frances finish the operation." I plead to the police officers.
What I receive is a cold-blooded answer.
"Ms. Noyes, please cooperate with us."
I still get handcuffed, anyway.
The handcuffs are so cold, like a shackle on my heart.
Mom comes over and shakes her head at the officers, extremely emotional.
"Don't take away my daughter. She must have her difficulties. She won't really want to kill Frances.
Don't take her away!"
Tears fall from the corner of her eyes and agony is written all over her face.
I'm in pain, too.
It hurts so much that I can't breathe, that I'm about to die.
Mom's move doesn't work on the police. I'm still taken out.
Steven looks at me worriedly and says in a deep voice, "Jane, I will save you. You will be fine."
Actually, I don't care if I'm fine or not.
What I want is for Frances to be safe and sound.
When I pass by Hilda, she sneers and says to me, "You know what to say and when to shut
up."
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