In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 413

I never thought that old Mr. Louis would say such words to me.

Doesn't he like me all along? Previously, when he knew that Frances and I were getting married, he was also very happy. Why does he suddenly say such words?

I really don't understand.

I hope he is joking with me. After all, he is quite naughty sometimes. But his expression is so serious that I panic.

"Grandfather, stop joking." I force a smile and say to old Mr. Louis.

"I'm not joking. I really hope that you and Frances will divorce. This way, it will be good for everyone."

"Why? Grandfather, tell me the reason why I should divorce Frances?"

I can't figure out the reason why he said that.

"There's no reason. Anyway, you must do as I say! Frances doesn't listen to me, so I want you to bring it up with him."

Old Mr. Louis says seriously.

It seems that I don't have the right to refuse.

However, not only would Frances not agree, I would not either.

"Grandfather, I won't divorce Frances. Nobody can stop me from being with him. If there's nothing else, I'll go first," I say firmly.

After saying that, I go out without looking back.

If I continued to talk with him, it would really be too late.

After renting a car at the car rental agency, I drive to a fork in the road near the golf course in the western suburbs and wait for Whitney to arrive.

In this period, Mindy gave me a call.

"Jane, have you thought of how to ask Whitney out?"

"No."

I lie to Mindy.

This is a grudge between me and Whitney. I don't want to involve Mindy in it.

"I think of a way. Do you think it's feasible? Send her a message with Frances' phone and ask her out. I think she will definitely come out."

Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. Mindy and I think of the same method.

The ring stops. However, he calls again soon.

I don't even want to look at it, I just want to make Whitney pay the price.

Whitney's car is only a hundred to two hundred meters away from me.

It isn't her who is driving today, but a man. He should be her driver.

Whitney sits in the back seat, her face full of tenderness and sweetness.

Sure enough, once a woman falls in love, she would lose her mind.

'If I just hit them like that, the driver would be in danger.'

However, this is the only chance I have. If I missed it, there might not be any left.

After all, asking Whitney out is not such a simple matter.

This innocent driver is implicated. Now he seems to have to accompany Whitney to suffer together.

"I'm sorry." I whisper in my heart, then step on the accelerator and crash into the Porsche.