In My Desperate Time

Chapter 466: How Could I Like You?

Old Mr. Louis is shocked. When he looks at me, I can see that he is in a panic.

Then, he scolds, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Although old Mr. Louis denies it, I know that he lies from his expression.

"I'm certain that I'm right. I'm not passionate, but I can feel that you don't hate me. Although you change your attitude because of Hilda, I think you have your reasons. Otherwise, you wouldn't have risked your life to save me that day." NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I stare at him and say it word by word.

He doesn't say anything but keeps looking at me.

I think that he's going to admit it and he is willing to tell me the truth.

But in the end, he snorts and sneers in disdain, "You're too narcissistic! The reason why I liked you is because I thought you were better than Whitney. But after a while, I feel that you are scheming. In addition, compared to Hilda, you look worse. Hilda is so nice, so why don't I let her be my granddaughter-in-law?"

Old Mr. Louis’ words break my heart.

He looks at me in disgust.

At this moment, I wonder if I misjudge him. I guess his intentions wrongly.

"As for that day, it was an accident. I told others to be careful, not you. How many times do you want me to explain? How can you believe me? It has nothing to do with me whether you're hurt or not. Think

about it. You're from an ordinary family. Your younger brother is a hooligan, and your father killed my dear son. How can I like you?"

Dad's thing is the pain of my life.

I know that we will never be forgiven because my father killed Fernando.

Even if Frances doesn't mention it, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about it.

"Mr. Louis, I know. But I still hope that you can tell me if you have your thoughts." I tell him.

"Hurry up and leave. Don't bother me!"

He snorts and orders me to leave.

I bite my lips and turn to walk out.

As soon as I turn around, I meet Hilda. She is with Albie at the door.

When does she show up? What does she hear?

Are the words old Mr. Louis said just now his real thoughts? Or he is afraid of Hilda?

I don't know, and I won't have the chance to know the reason for the time being.

Passing Hilda, I walk outside.

Then I hear Hilda's sweet voice.

"Grandfather, take a rest. I want to talk with Jane."

Talk with me?

Hilda strides out and sneers, "Come out. I have something to tell you."

Actually, I don't want to be alone with her, but thinking about what Frances says, I follow her out.

How could she tell me the truth if I don't talk with her? How could she convince Frances that she likes him?

Taking out my phone, I turn on the tape recorder and walk out.