Chapter 305: Change a Lot

Surveillance?

He installs surveillance cameras in his living room? Are there cameras in bedroom and bathroom?

I suddenly panic.

Is Frances installing surveillance cameras to guard against theft, or is there something wrong with him?
I am afraid that he has peeked at me when I am bathing.

I turn to look at him in horror. Although I say nothing, my expression is clear enough.

"Guess it."

He whispers in my ear.

What he says is ambiguous, and I am even more uncertain. I can only stare at him with a blush.

Whitney's face suddenly turns pale.

The police take over the USB drive and play the video.

In the video, what happened after Whitney entered the house was clearly photographed.

Her calling the police behind my back was also clearly photographed.

"Officer, help! Someone is trying to kill me! A crazy woman is trying to kill me! Hurry up and come to
save me, or I will die. I'm..."

And what she said at that time is a slap in her face now.

"Ms. Whitney, you have seen the evidence. This video is more convincing than your sound recording.
We found a veteran technician to check your sound recording. Although it is very realistic, it is indeed



fake. You are criminally liable for perjury and defamation. We will deal with you seriously and legally."

I don't care what will happen to Whitney, but I know that once Frances’ evidence is showed, I'll be fine.

However, Frances has evidence in his hands, but he didn't hand it over to the police and let me stay at
the police station all night. He even beguiled into calling him honey. He is so hateful!

On the way home, I have been glaring at Frances fiercely.

When we wait for the green light, he turns around and looks at me with a faint smile.

"You don't have to stare at me all the time. If you want to thank me by sleeping with me, I'll be happy."

Screw you! Does he know how ashamed he is?

Ignoring Frances, I turn my head to the side. He continues to ask, "How did the relationship between
you and Mom change so quickly?"

Frances is thoughtful. It is normal for him to suspect this matter.

But I can't tell him openly.

"How would I know something you don't even know?" I reply simply, stopping Frances asking.

He doesn't ask any further and takes me home.

Earl went to Betty's house before, but now he is home.

The little fellow falls asleep. Sabina holds him in her arms and looks at him tenderly.

It is true that Sabina changes a lot. I can't accustomed to it.



Seeing me return, Sabina smiles gently at me and hands Earl over to me carefully.

"Earl has just fallen asleep. He feels insecure. He needs someone to carry him, or he can't sleep well.
I'll go cook now. Hold him for a while."

Sabina goes into the kitchen, and Frances and I sit on the sofa in silence.

Suddenly, I think of something.

"Aren't you going to tell your mother that Earl isn't your child?"

Frances slowly turns his head and stares at me with serious eyes. He says softly, "Since you brought
him back, he is my child. He is our child."

What does he mean by that? Isn't it too ambiguous?

I don't understand, and I don't want to ask.

The atmosphere seems to be pretty good now. I think I can ask him some questions about Fernando
now.

"Frances, why have I never heard of your father?"

Frances stiffens, and his eyes become sharp and stern as he looks at me.

Seeing me return, Sabina smiles gently at me and hands Earl over to me carefully.

"Earl has just fallen asleep. He feels insecure. He needs someone to carry him, or he can't sleep well.
I'll go cook now. Hold him for a while."

Sabina goes into the kitchen, and Frances and | sit on the sofa in silence.
Suddenly, | think of something.
"Aren't you going to tell your mother that Earl isn't your child?"

Frances slowly turns his head and stares at me with serious eyes. He says softly, "Since you brought
him back, he is my child. He is our child."

What does he mean by that? Isn't it too ambiguous?
| don't understand, and | don't want to ask.

The atmosphere seems to be pretty good now. | think | can ask him some questions about Fernando
now.

"Frances, why have | never heard of your father?"

Frances stiffens, and his eyes become sharp and stern as he looks at me.



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