"Return her to you? How much is Penelope's monthly medical fee? Can you afford it? If she lives with
you, can you guarantee her a healthy life?"
Frances' cold words strike me in the heart.
He's right.
I have no money, so I can't afford Penelope's medical expenses at all.
For me, it is an astronomical amount, but for Frances, it is nothing.
By staying with him, at least, Penelope's condition can be stabilized.
I'm reluctant to part with Penelope, but I can't bear to see her suffer.
In the end, I bite my lips and say to Frances, "I can leave Penelope to you, but at least you have to tell
me why you took her away. I can be at ease after knowing the reason, otherwise, I can't give Penelope
to you."
Frances glances at me and says casually, "You don't need to know."
"Frances! I've been so humble to you. Will telling me the truth kill you? I came because I believed in
you. If you don't tell me, I'll call the police!"
My anger is out of control.
Frances has gone too far! I can forgive him for taking Penelope away and covering her whereabouts,
but he went further and didn't tell me the reason.
Perhaps my compromises are meaningless.
It is precisely because he thought I was too weak that he took Penelope away presumptuously.
"Call the police?" The man smiles, raises his eyebrows and looks at me. "At most, I will run a paternity
test with Penelope. She's my child. Even if I snatch her away, it's not against the law, and she can get
the best treatment if she stays with me."
Frances' words push me into the abyss bit by bit.
I can't refute what he said.
Even if I call the police, it's useless. What should I do? What can I do?
I don't seem to have another choice other than compromise.
I hate myself so much, but I can't do anything about it.
"Then just let me meet Penelope and let me know that she is healthy."
I grab Frances' hand and whisper, and I have compromised my bottom line to the greatest extent.
But even so, Frances still refused to agree.
"No, I already told you that she's fine. You don't have to worry."
Penelope can't live long, she may leave me forever on any day.
I think I'm going crazy.
Perhaps the reason why Frances took Penelope away was to make my life worse than death.
And he did it.
What's the point of living without my child?
A wave of hot air rushes into my mind and washes away all my rationality.
With a glance, I see the fruit knife on Frances' table.
Taking advantage of Frances' absentmindedness. I rush over, hold the fruit knife in my hand, and aim it
at my chest.
"Frances, I know you hate me for shooting you. I can pay my debt back. But you can't take away my
children one after another. You don't know how cruel this is to me. Without children, I don't want to live
at all! I'll pay you back with my life!"
Tears roll down my cheeks.
I close my eyes and stab the knife hard into my chest.
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