In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 202

The sudden shout stuns me and I froze in place.

Above me, a flower pot falls and smashes all over the ground. It is just inches away from me.

If I had walked another couple of steps, it might have fallen right on my head.

I touch my unharmed head and feel a lingering fear.

“Are you hurt?” Frances walks over briskly and frowns as he asks me.

I shake my head and look upwards. Where did this flower pot fall from? Was it intentional?

If it is not intentional, then it is too much of a coincidence.

If it is intentional, who can be so accurate in figuring out the time I walk out of the hotel?

I can’t figure it out and so I stop trying.

“Where do you intend to go at this time of the night? Why don’t you stay in your room?” Frances asks sternly.

“I’m hungry and want to go out for supper.” I purse my lips and say grudgingly.

The man looks around and asks, “By yourself?”

I speculate for a moment what he means and I realize that he does not know that Noah has left the country.

“Yes.” I reply softly and turn to leave.

I walk a couple of steps before Frances forcefully pulls me back.

Another flower pot crashes right in front of me!

Who is it?!

This time I’m absolutely sure that it is done intentionally. It may be an accident when it happens once but a second time means that someone is targeting me!

Frances frowns deeply and says, “Let’s call the police.”

I find that reasonable and take out my cell phone to call the police.

The French police responds very quickly and promptly arrives.

They inspect the scene and quickly establish the suspect’s room.

I stand at the door of the familiar room and have an indescribable feeling.

This is Frances’ room and if there is another person in the room, then it must be Whitney.

From Frances’ expression, it appears that his suspicion is correct.

The police questions Whitney and she keeps denying, saying that it is an accident.

Although I always feel guilty towards Whitney, but now that she wants to harm me, I cannot let her off.

“Accident? Can two flower pots fall right in front of me so coincidentally? If it wasn’t for Frances, I would have already been killed!” I say angrily.

Whitney laughs disdainfully, “The world is so huge with all sorts of strange things. It’s just a coincidence. What’s so strange about it? You said that I intentionally want to hurt you, do you have any evidence? Why don’t you tell us what is the relationship between you and my husband, Frances? Speak up!”

With Whitney’s statement, I am at a loss for words.

I know that she wants to harm me because of my affair with Frances. I’m sure that she hates me to the bone. Come to think of it, I’m the cause for all these.

Furthermore, I know that if I persist on, Whitney may resort to scorch earth tactics and reveal my involvement with Frances.

When that happens, I will be labeled as a mistress for life and that will destroy me.

Because I do not have any evidence and Whitney is a person of status, the police can only close the case in the end.

After the police leaves, the three of us remain in the room.

Whitney laughs coldly where she stands and grinds her teeth while she says to me, “Jane, with me around tomorrow, you can forget about winning the competition!”