In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 391

"Who gave this to you?"

Frances looks up at me, his voice trembling slightly.

I know he is as excited as me and also finds that hard to believe.

"I don't know. But somehow, I feel it is true," I whisper and take another look at the note.

Although I realize how ridiculous this is, I am convinced.

I will buy this even if there is only one thousandth of a chance.

"But you saw the baby's corpse," Frances sighs and says to me.

"No, I fainted before the baby was out. When I woke up, I only saw a body of some infant. No one can prove that dead baby was mine. What if it was never my child to begin with, but a ruse of Whitney to screw me over?"

I think of all the possibilities to justify what is written on this note.

If there is no hard evidence that the dead baby was mine, then he might be someone else's.

Perhaps my child is still alive.

Frances purses his lips and shakes his head. "Do you think Whitney would do something like that? She sent someone all the way to Prague just to substitute your child? From what I know about her, I find that far-fetched."

Although Frances knows Whitney well, I don't want to hear that.

"But what if my child is really alive? Frances, can you help me find him?"

I pull Frances' arm and plead in a low voice.

My child means too much to me. Now that I know he may still be alive, I can't sit idly by.

Frances grabs me and stares into my eyes, saying seriously, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but the chance is too slim. It's probably just a prank from someone who wants to agitate you."

No matter how hard I beg, Frances wouldn't help me find my child.