In My Desperate Time

Whitney is sent into the operating room. Lawrence sits outside, even more anxious than Frances.

I am also nervous, hovering outside the operating room and praying that Whitney will be fine.

If I hurt an innocent little life, I will never forgive myself.

However, things go against my wish. When the doctor comes out, he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, we’ve tried our best, but we lost the child. The patient’s ribs are also slightly fractured. She needs a good rest. Most importantly, the patient has a history of mental illness. Such a big blow might cause violent mood swings. You should keep an eye on her and call the doctor if there’s any problem.”

I feel painful in my heart.

It’s like I’ve lost my own child.

Lawrence goes into the ward in a daze, and I follow him.

Whitney is already awake. She sits on the hospital bed with dull eyes, which is rather distressing.

When she sees me, she suddenly gets angry. She grabs the cup on the bedside table and throws it at me.

cup will hit my belly, so I don’t even dodge. I close my eyes

can’t get away with the loss of the baby. I have

my head. And I

open my eyes and see that he is standing in front of me. He has blocked the cup with his

pieces. I suddenly recall the time when Whitney smashed my head with a bottle. I

you an idiot?

turns around and questions me in a deep

vent her anger on me.”

trying to push you down the stairs. It’s not your fault! Jane, you are

want to argue with

is for a woman

I’m to blame for the loss of his child. He should have hated me. Why did he block that

I don’t want

of the bed to beat me, but Lawrence stops her. After a while, he can hardly hold her back, so we ask the doctor

“I’m sorry.”

say sincerely