However, my hand is suddenly grabbed by someone.
The knife is slapped off, and my hand feels numb.
Before I regain my senses, I am hugged by Frances.
He hugs so tightly that I can't even breathe.
I am dumbfounded. I have no idea what this embrace means.
After a while, I come to myself and try to push him away.
"Frances, what ... are you doing...?"
He doesn't know that his hug will rekindle my hopes.
And it is precisely because of the hope that I am left at the abyss.
But he hugs me even tighter.
I can feel his body trembling uncontrollably.
After a long while, he finally lets go of me and lets out a long sigh.
"Jane, what should I do with you?"
Jane.
My heart hurt badly.
How long has it been since he called me my name?
It's long enough that I almost don't remember that there was such happiness between us.
The tears that I've held back fall down again in an instant.
"Frances, can you not call me by my name like that? Can you ... not make me go mad again and
again? Do you know that every time I see you and Hilda being so intimate, I feel like dying. So, please,
let me go. I can't take it. I can't take it anymore. I've lost you and two children, and I don't want to live
anymore. Let me die, let me die!"
I struggle in Frances’ arms.
I just want to end my life with the knife.
"No Hilda! In my heart, there has never been Hilda! I love you, I've always loved you!"
He lowers his head and kisses my lips and seals all my restlessness.
Did I ... hallucinate?
He said he loved me?
Did he mean it?
I can't believe it.
But I want to.
Tears, like beads on broken strings, cannot be held back no matter what.
My heart is bitter.
I am on the verge of collapse.
"You fool, stop crying."
Frances gently holds my face and kisses the tears on my face away.
His gentle and tender actions awaken me, and I understand that I am not dreaming.
But why?
Why did he suddenly become like this?
I am terrified for it being difficult to obtain and easy to lose.
Mustering all my courage, I mumble to Frances.
"Frances, is it true? Do you really love me?"
"Idiot, it's true. It's always true. My love for you has never changed."
His gaze is so gentle that it almost melts me.
I think that even if I were to die at this moment, I would have no regrets.
However, how can his attitude change this quickly?
At least, a minute before that, his indifference upset me.
Moreover, if he really loves me, why will he be with Hilda? Why did he do so many cruel things to me?
My mind is filled with questions.
I'm afraid that if I make the wrong decision, I'll never have a second chance.
"Frances, since you love me, why did you marry Hilda? And no matter what I say, you have always
believed her. Tell me why."
"Because I want to ensure the safety of you and the children."
"Frances, since you love me, why did you marry Hilda? And no matter what | say, you have always
believed her. Tell me why."
"Because | want to ensure the safety of you and the children."
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