However, I want to go in, I want to see how he is.
I stand at the door, hesitating.
Frances' voice sounds again.
"Jane, leave now. I don't want you to see me like this. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
He has repeatedly stressed that if I go in, I don't seem to respect him very much.
There is nothing I could do. I could only close the door with anxiety.
He seems to crash into the wall again and again, and at the same time, into my heart.
After a long time, it's silent inside.
When I open the door, I see Frances lying unconscious on the ground, blood oozing out of his head.
I'm so sad, but at the same time, I'm so grateful.
At the very least, he has survived today's trial.
The wound on Frances' head is just a trauma. I call a private doctor to bandage it for him, so there's no problem.
His condition has always been unstable and I need to take care of Frances, so I have never taken Penelope over.
After two months of living like this, Frances' condition is getting better and better day by day.
I feel relieved.
It seems that nothing will happen between him and me anymore.
However, I still feel uneasy.
I vaguely feel that something is about to happen.
However, I can't tell exactly what's wrong.
"Frances, would you wake up because you're reluctant to part with the shares and properties?"
I joke as I look at the pile of documents in my hand.
These documents are all given to me by his trusted aides.
Because Frances' condition has not improved, he has always insisted on leaving them to me.
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