I stretch out my hand and take it out.
It's... the photo.
A photo of me snapped by him!
Why is this photo in his pocket?
Can it be...?
No ... It can't be.
I am no longer in his heart. Perhaps, it has always been in his pocket and he just forgot to take it out.
I say this to myself. But even I myself don't believe the explanation.
Funny enough, my heart is in a mess because of Frances' subconscious movements.
The most tragic thing in the world is not to be hurt by your loved one and feel like crap.
But that my heart is broken but I still can't give up.
"Why are you here?"
At the door, Frances’ voice suddenly sounds.
I am shocked and the photo in my hand falls to the ground.
Frances' expression instantly becomes spooky.
"How dare you barge into my office and rummage my things? Get out!"
He walks over, picks up the photo and throws it into the trash can.
In his eyes, flames seem to spout.
The anger in his eyes scares me, but there are some questions I have to ask.
"Why do you still have this photo?" I ask expectantly as I stare at him.
Because of nervousness, my voice trembles.
"It's just a meaningless photo. I don't bother to throw it away." He says coldly in a deep voice while
looking at me. "You barged into my office, and if there's no explanation, I'll call the security guards to
take you away."
Security guards? Again?
He really doesn't want to see me?
I look at the photo lying in the trash can, and my heart feels like being stabbed by a knife.
I think I won't care. However, I feel like dying from sadness because of his simple action.
Taking a deep breath, I hold back my tears and ask him in a low voice, "I came here to ask you to
return Penelope to me."
Frances raises his head and looks at me. He suddenly stands up and strides towards the door.
Is he going to call security guards?
But I haven't finished yet.
"Frances, you can't..."
Before I finish speaking, I see him lock the door and draw the curtains.
My heart eases.
Fortunately, he doesn't chase me away.
He turns around and looks at me with a sharp gaze.
"Who told you that Penelope is with me? You must have been crazy from thinking of him and mess up
with me here."
He doesn't admit it. It is within my expectations.
Otherwise, when he drove me away from the Louis' residence this morning, he wouldn't have acted like
he was innocent.
"Frances, you can't lie to me. If Penelope isn't here, you don't need to close the door."
The door is closed because he is guilty, because he doesn't want others to know about our
conversation.
I know this very well.
Frances stares at me for a few seconds and then admits it.
"Penelope is safe with me, and her illness has always been under control. You don't have to worry."
I'm not worried.
When I found out that Penelope was taken away by him, I wasn't worried anymore.
However, Penelope is my child, I want to take her back and take good care of her!
Even though it is extremely difficult to pay off her medical expenses, she is my only hope.
"Penelope is my child, and I will take good care of her. Return her to me. You have Earl and Hilda, but I
have nothing. Frances, give Penelope back to me, please."
I look at him and plead.
I begged him twice in this day.
Twice, for the sake of the child.
But Frances is colder than I thought.
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