Chapter 430: I Am Jealous Because I Care About You

Is there more to it?

Just as I am about to ask Whitney, Hilda walks out and waves her hand at Frances.

"Frances, come here."

Whitney frowns more tightly. She looks at Hilda and asks me, "Who is she? Does she plan to steal
Frances from you?"

She says with a cold smile.

It makes sense.

In her eyes, I stole Frances from her.

Now, she can't wait to see Frances be taken away.

"You think too much. She's just an insignificant person."

I reply coldly.

Frances parks his car in front of me, and I get on the car.

Whitney says meaningfully behind me.

"Really? I used to have the same thought when you first appeared."

Whitney's words are an alarm for me. She reminds me to be more wary of Hilda.

When I am at a loss, Hilda gets into the passenger seat and sits beside Frances.



I don't know if someone else has such a feeling. If a husband is in the driver seat, nobody except his
wife can sit in the passenger seat.

It's clear that Hilda is provoking me in this way.

Since Whitney is here, I don't want to make a scene. I just endure it and take the back seat.

When I get home, I go straight upstairs to see Earl.

When Hilda moves in, she takes her nanny here.

The nanny is very easy-going and kind. She takes care of Earl when we are away.

Upstairs, I see Earl dancing in the crib with his eyes wide open.

Seeing such a cute child, I feel better at once.

"Earl, why are you so happy today?"

I walk over to pick Earl up and kiss him on the cheek delightedly.

"Maybe he sees someone in a bad mood and wants to make her happy."

Frances says at the door. I turn around and glare at him.

He seems to enjoy chatting with Hilda who sat in the passenger seat just now.

I feel like an outsider when I hear them talking about the past. That's why I am sulking all the way
home.

"You are easy to get angry these days." Frances walks over, gently put his arms around my waist and
places his head on my shoulder.



I don't think I can get angry now.

"Now you know I'm angry. Why didn't you notice it back in the car?"

I complained. I really have a grievance.

"Tell me, should I be happy or sad? You are angry because you are jealous. You are jealous because
you care too much about me."

Frances hugs me more tightly.

Actually, I'm angry, not just because I'm jealous, but also because Frances is too blind. How can he not
see Hilda's nature? She is a bitch.

However, it is useless to tell him now. For men like Frances, seeing is believing, so he won't believe me
easily.

I don't want to talk to him anymore and feel a little tired. I hand the child to him and go to bed.

When I wake up, the child and Frances are not in the room. They probably go downstairs.

I get up. The phone rings as soon as I pick it up.

It's an unfamiliar number.

I don't want to answer it, but my hand slip and I pick it up by accident.

"Jane, this is Violet. Can we meet?"


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