In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 484

I take out my phone and open the browser.

What I see is a picture of Frances carrying me, who is in disheveled clothes, out of the Jordan family.

And there are other photos as well.

I fainted and didn't ask Frances about the situation after I woke up, so I don't know what has happened.

Until now, I realize that Frances rushed over. He first hit Lawrence, and then beat the rest badly before being brought into the car by bodyguards.

I don't dare to click on the comments below.

The photo of Noah and I is just uploaded, and something has happened in the Jordan family. Without thinking, I know how harsh those comments will be.

Now that I'm covered in wounds, how can I resist the attacks from these keyboard warriors?

"Jane, listen to me. Because of Frances' women, you are now having enemies everywhere, so you have to protect yourself. I don't know what Frances will do, but I've told David that I will send someone to protect you around the Louis'. They will follow you when you go out to make sure you are safe. You are my best friend. I absolutely cannot let anything happen to you."

Mindy's gaze is filled with sincerity.

Her words really touch me.

I'm so glad to have a friend like Mindy.

Mindy stays with me for a while before leaving with David.

Before she leaves, I am specifically instructed to be extra careful of Hilda.

She needn't say that because I know it.

Whitney is a rash person. Everyone knows what she did to me.

However, Hilda is different. She is always the mastermind.

She looks innocent, but in fact, she is vicious.

After Mindy leaves, I fall asleep.

However, the wounds still hurt when I am sleeping.

I sleep for hours and don't even eat lunch.

In the afternoon, I get out of bed. Enduring the pain, I stay with Earl for a while.

Old Mr. Louis comes back and looks at me with a serious expression.

"How can you be so thick-skinned?! How can you have the face to stay in the Louis family after all this? Go! Now!"

As old Mr. Louis speaks, he ignores my opinion and drags me out.

I am still holding Earl in my hand, afraid that old Mr. Louis will hurt him, so I have no choice but to protect him in my arms.

Old Mr. Louis' strength is greater than I imagined, and soon, he drags me to the door.

The wounds on my body are ripped, and the pain makes me sweat profusely.

I hold Earl in one hand and the door frame in the other, refusing to leave.

I know what I am doing is shameless.

However, I won't leave. I definitely won't.

Knowing that old Mr. Louis' health is not good, I don't dare to resist too violently. I grab the door in a sorry state and protect Earl in my arms.

Fortunately, he is asleep. If he is awake, he will definitely be frightened to tears by the scene.

We have a stalemate at the door for about ten minutes until I see a lot of luxury cars coming and stopping at the entrance.