Novel Name : In My Desperate Time

Chapter 240: Made a Deal

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What I said successfully stops Whitney.

She turns around and looks at me in panic. Then she nervously squeezes out a few words from her
mouth.

“You... What did you say?”

“I know that you are carrying Lawrence’s child. If you insist on taking me to the operating room, I will tell
Frances that you didn’t lose the child, and that the child’s father is Lawrence. What do you think
Frances will do?”

This is Whitney’s weakness and my only stake.

I don’t have other choices.

Whitney stares at me with a gaze full of resentment. After a long time, she fiercely says to me, “Jane,
you are lucky today! As long as you don’t tell anyone about that, I won’t hurt your child. And you should
keep your words in mind. If you don’t leave Frances, I will let your child die in your stomach anyway. Or,
I will kill both of you. “

What she said makes my flesh creep, and my back is breaking into a cold sweat.

This woman is too terrifying.

But the priority now is to keep the child in my stomach. I must agree to whatever she says.

I nod and say, “I will leave Frances. I will leave before he finds out that I’m pregnant.”

I assure Whitney. Only then does she feel relieved. She let go and turns around to leave.

Looking at her receding figure, I finally let out a sigh of relief.



I go back home after finishing all the examinations with lingering fear. And I see Frances at the door.

Why does he come back home at noon?

“Frances.”

As soon as he enters the house, Whitney comes to meet him with a bright smile.

“What’s the matter? Why do you call me back in such a hurry? Have you decided to move out?”

Compared to Whitney’s enthusiasm, Frances is too cold.

Silvia, who is sitting on the sofa, can’t help chuckling. She waves her hand at me and signals me to sit
beside her.

Whitney’s expression changes, but she immediately regains her composure. She hands a piece of
paper to Frances.

“Frances, I didn’t lose my child. It’s still in my belly.”

I am stunned.

I don’t expect that Whitney will take the initiative to tell Frances. What will Frances do if he knows that
it’s not his child? Has she thought about that?

And what will Lawrence do if he knows that Whitney has told Frances?

Frances frowns and looks at the report in Whitney’s hand. There is no joy on his face.

“Are you sure? Didn’t the doctor say you lost it last time?”



Whitney explains, “I don’t know either. I felt a little uncomfortable recently, so I went to the hospital. And
I find that the child is still alive. Perhaps the doctor made a mistake in diagnosis. Or maybe God thinks
that I am too pitiful to lose the child, so he gives it back to me.”

Whitney says fluently.

She must have practiced the speech for many times in her mind.

“Is she pitiful? There must be something hateful about a pitiful person. I think God has also made a
mistake.”

Silvia says angrily.

“Then you should take good care of the baby. I’ve got things to do. I’ll go back to the company now.”

Whitney is not disappointed that Frances is returning to the company. In her opinion, the child is the
best bargaining chip.

She fondles her belly and smiles smugly at me.

Whitney explains, “I don’t know either. | felt a little uncomfortable recently, so | went to the hospital. And
| find that the child is still alive. Perhaps the doctor made a mistake in diagnosis. Or maybe God thinks
that | am too pitiful to lose the child, so he gives it back to me.”

Whitney says fluently.
She must have practiced the speech for many times in her mind.

“Is she pitiful? There must be something hateful about a pitiful person. | think God has also made a
mistake.”

Silvia says angrily.
“Then you should take good care of the baby. I’ve got things to do. I'll go back to the company now.”

Whitney is not disappointed that Frances is returning to the company. In her opinion, the child is the
best bargaining chip.

She fondles her belly and smiles smugly at me.



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