Actually, I don't want to suspect him of doing this.
But now, I'm too sensitive, and I don't dare to believe anything anymore.
I chuckle and say to Frances, "Now it's not a good time to talk about this. You should go and see how your mother is doing."
"You should come with me. You are my wife!"
As he speaks, he pulls me to the elevator.
"Why? I was the one pushed your mother. How can I go see her?"
"I know that you didn't do it on purpose." Frances stops and looks at me seriously.
He trusts me!
I sneer and look up at him.
"No, I did it on purpose. I want her to die. She can do something to my mother. Why can't I kill her?"
Since it's impossible for Frances and me to get along in the future, why don't we let each other suffer even deeper injuries? In this way, when we break up, I can at least be a little more carefree.
"Alright, stop talking."
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