"Return her to you? How much is Penelope's monthly medical fee? Can you afford it? If she lives with you, can you guarantee her a healthy life?"
Frances' cold words strike me in the heart.
He's right.
I have no money, so I can't afford Penelope's medical expenses at all.
For me, it is an astronomical amount, but for Frances, it is nothing.
By staying with him, at least, Penelope's condition can be stabilized.
I'm reluctant to part with Penelope, but I can't bear to see her suffer.
In the end, I bite my lips and say to Frances, "I can leave Penelope to you, but at least you have to tell me why you took her away. I can be at ease after knowing the reason, otherwise, I can't give Penelope to you."
Frances glances at me and says casually, "You don't need to know."
"Frances! I've been so humble to you. Will telling me the truth kill you? I came because I believed in you. If you don't tell me, I'll call the police!"
My anger is out of control.
Frances has gone too far! I can forgive him for taking Penelope away and covering her whereabouts, but he went further and didn't tell me the reason.
Perhaps my compromises are meaningless.
It is precisely because he thought I was too weak that he took Penelope away presumptuously.
"Call the police?" The man smiles, raises his eyebrows and looks at me. "At most, I will run a paternity test with Penelope. She's my child. Even if I snatch her away, it's not against the law, and she can get the best treatment if she stays with me."
Frances' words push me into the abyss bit by bit.
I can't refute what he said.
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