In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 636

Why would Whitney send me such a text message?

It sounds like she wants to meet me.

But I've never made such an appointment.

I suddenly remember Jane's strange behavior. She even refused to take wedding photos with me today. Anyway, she looks a little suspicious.

Did she secretly go to find Whitney?

What does she want?

My heart sinks. I immediately ask someone to check my text messages and phone calls. At the same time, I tell them to locate Jane and send her position to me this instant.

I tell them to act quickly. We must be quick. If it's too late ... I really don't know what Jane will do.

Whitney nearly robs Jane of her two families again. I know that Jane hates Whitney, and hatred can drive her crazy.

Very soon, a subordinate gives me an answer.

I also notice the message Jane sent to Whitney.

"Whitney, I'm sorry. I really feel sorry for hurting you. I really regretted what I did. I shouldn't have done that! I shouldn't hurt you! You love me so much and have always treated me so well, but I have hurt you so ruthlessly. You must be very sad, right? I was truly wrong. I don't love Jane at all. From beginning to end, you are the only one that I love. I wonder if I can meet you tomorrow morning at the golf course in the western suburbs. Could you give me a chance to make it up to you? I'll wait there until noon. You don't have to text me back. If you don't come, then I'll know your answer."

They're meeting at the golf course in the western suburbs?

What exactly does Jane want to do?

I call her at once. The bell rings for a long time, but no one answers.

I have no choice but to text her.

"Jane, don't do anything stupid. I'll be right over."

I drive towards the golf course in the western suburbs and get a call from the hospital on the way.

Jane... She hits Whitney with her car.

Now, both of them are in the hospital.

Earl, who happens to be in Whitney's car, is also affected.

When I rush to the hospital, I see Jane. She has just been pushed out of the operating room, covered in blood.

Her face is very pale, and her breathing is extremely weak. She inhales oxygen all the way to the intensive care unit.

I follow her into the ICU.

I have told the hospital about the situation, so the doctor does not stop me. I get into the ward.

Looking at Jane, who is still unconscious on the bed, my heart tenses up.

Fortunately, she is still alive.

If I lose her this time ... I really don't know what to do.

"Jane, why are you so stupid? I told you that I would settle Whitney's matter. Why can't you wait any longer? Why would you go front her yourself? Do you know how dangerous it is? You little fool, can you hear me?" I whisper to her.

I talk to her over and over again, but she still won't wake up.

The doctor tells me that she is badly hurt. She is lucky to survive.

When she will wake up depends on herself.

If someone she loves is by her side, she might wake up faster.

I stay with her for three days and three nights. She finally wakes up.

The moment I see her open her eyes, I finally feel relaxed. These days, I have been too nervous, too worried.

After Jane wakes up, she asks me to go out and buy her some food.

When I come back, I see Whitney kicking her fiercely.

I panic so much that I immediately rush over and push Whitney to the ground.

Whitney had only broken one leg in this car accident.

However, Earl, that cute child, is still in ICU. His life is uncertain.

When I see him, I feel really sorry for him.

I haven't told Jane about this yet.

She has just woken up. I know that she cares about Earl very much, and I'm afraid she won't be able to accept it.

Whitney turns to look at me with grief and indignation. She says, "I'm so stupid that I actually believed what you said in that text message. You don't love me, but I still jumped into the trap myself with a glimmer of hope. Fortunately, I'm alive. Next, just watch me torture this woman bit by bit!"

I don't care what Whitney says. I'm here, and I won't allow her to hurt Jane.

What really hurts me is seeing Jane sitting on the ground. She's really down.

Lawrence arrives very quickly. He pushes Whitney out of the room in the wheelchair.

Jane struggles to get up from the ground, but tries several times in vain.

Almost half of her life has been taken away in this car accident.

Whitney's kick just now makes her even worse.

"Jane, are you alright?"

I stride over and help her up.

She grabs my hand tightly and says excitedly, "Frances, I found our child. Earl is our child! But I hurt him. Take me over and see him. I want to see him!"

What?

Earl is our child?

The news is undoubtedly shocking to me.

Isn't Earl Whitney and Lawrence's child? Why is he ours all in a sudden?

I don't understand.

But looking at how excited Jane is, what she said should be true.

"How did you know?"

"Whitney just personally told me that her child died in her belly, so she took my child away and raised him."

This makes sense.

Speaking of which, I really find it strange. Although Whitney has a relatively extreme personality, she shouldn't have cared about nothing about her own child.

It turns out that Earl is not her child at all.

Whitney is too vicious. I have to admit it.

She really can do anything to inflict the pain of losing a child on Jane.

She has swapped out our child with her own. Even I am deceived.

'Jane must be very happy to know that our child is still alive.' Just as I am thinking about this, Jane grabs my arm and pleads.

"Frances, take me to the child now!"

"But you are so weak now that it is difficult for you to even walk. Wait until you feel better."

I look at her worriedly and say somewhat awkwardly.

I know how much she cares about this child, but in this world, what I care about the most is always her.

Since we've known that Earl is our child, it is only a matter of time before she sees him. There is no need to rush.

Most importantly, if she knows that the child is suffering, she will definitely feel heartbroken.

"No, I want to see him! I want to see him right now! If you don't take me, I will climb to his ward even if I risk my life!"

I know that Jane is stubborn.

She's as good as her word.

In the end, I have no choice but to order someone to carry her to the hospital bed. I push her towards the entrance of the ICU.

ICU has a fixed number of visits per day, and now the time has passed.

I call the leader of the hospital, and soon a doctor comes to open the door.

After disinfection, Jane and I enter the ward together.