In My Desperate Time Chapter 496: I Will

My hands can't help but tremble, and it takes me a long time to pick up the gun.

Suddenly, my mother's voice sounds from outside.

"Jane, it's time."

I hide the gun in my girdle and stand up in panic.

"Hurry up. Hurry up. It's time."

My mother anxiously pushes the wheelchair in and urges me.

I nod and follow her with a sinking heart.

Logically speaking, my father should hand me over to Frances.

However, my father has passed away. Frank will replace my father to do that.

Frances stands opposite and looks at me with a smile on his face.

However, I'm can't smile.

Thinking about what will happen, I am so sad that I could just die.

I turn around to look at Earl who is in the nanny's arms quietly.

When he looks at me, he can't help but jump with joy.

He is too young to know that there is a miniature bomb in his brain, nor does he know how dangerous it
is.

He is the whole of my life, and his life has just begun.



As his mother, my duty is to ensure that he grows up peacefully and happily.

Through the wedding dress, I touch the gun at my waist.

Frank holds my hand and asks with concern, "Jane, why are your hands so cold? Are you feeling
unwell?"

"I'm fine."

I whisper and force a bitter smile with great difficulty. With Frank's help, I walk towards Frances step by
step.

'Frances.'

'Frances.'

I call out his name again and again until his name merges into the depths of my bones and blood.

Everyone knows that I love him, but no one knows how much I love him.

However, I'm going to shoot my beloved in the heart.

To me, this is a torture that is worse than death.

Hilda sits at the front and looks at me calmly.

As soon as I see her, I can't help but want to rush towards her and shoot her in her heart.

But I can't.

I don't know where Hilda has hidden the remote. Is it carried with her? Or is it given to someone else?
If something happens to her, will Earl also be in danger?



Thus, I can only bite my lips, calm down and walk towards Frances.

Frances holds my hands and uses all the tenderness of his life.

"Frances, will you give yourself to Jane, to be her husband...? Will you love her and stay by her side
forever?"

"I will."

Frances smiles and looks at me with deep affection.

If it weren't for Hilda, I would probably be the happiest woman in the world.

"Jane, will you give yourself to Frances, to be his wife...? Will you love him and stay by his side
forever?"

'I will.'

I promise silently in my heart with tears in my eyes.

However, I take a step back.

I clench my fists tightly and my fingernails embed into my flesh.

In the end, I still say what I'm reluctant to say.

"I won't!"

Frances is shocked and looks at me in disbelief.

I look away and ignore his shocked expression.



It's so painful for me that I can't breathe, but I can only lie with tears in my eyes.

"Frances, let me tell you, I got close to you for your money! Andrew and I loved each other, but I have
to stay with you, betray myself, pretend to love you, and even give birth to a child for you. Do you know
how painful this is for me? I and Andrew should have kidnaped old Mr. Louis and taken away your
money and run away, but you shot him to death! You killed my beloved. Do you know how much I hate
you? I stay with you for revenge! Frances, I hate you. Go to hell!"

After I tell the lies that I have practiced several times in my heart, I pull out the gun from my wedding
dress and aim it at Frances.

It's so painful for me that | can't breathe, but | can only lie with tears in my eyes.

"Frances, let me tell you, | got close to you for your money! Andrew and | loved each other, but | have
to stay with you, betray myself, pretend to love you, and even give birth to a child for you. Do you know
how painful this is for me? | and Andrew should have kidnaped old Mr. Louis and taken away your
money and run away, but you shot him to death! You killed my beloved. Do you know how much | hate
you? | stay with you for revenge! Frances, | hate you. Go to hell!"

After | tell the lies that | have practiced several times in my heart, | pull out the gun from my wedding
dress and aim it at Frances.



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