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.

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

away with the loss of the baby. I have to bear

doesn’t hit my head. And I

is standing in front of

when Whitney smashed my head with a bottle. I wonder if she knew about my relationship with Frances

you an idiot?

questions me in

fault, so she can vent her anger on me.” I say

to push you down the stairs. It’s not your fault! Jane, you are too tolerant!” Frances frowns and says sternly to

don’t want to argue with

will never understand how heartbreaking it is for a woman to lose

I’m to blame for the loss of his child. He should have

understand, and I don’t want

he can hardly hold her back, so we ask the doctor to give her a

“I’m sorry.”

say sincerely