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.

belly, so I don’t even dodge.

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

the cup doesn’t hit my head. And I hear Frances

in front of me. He has blocked the

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

you an idiot? Why

turns around and questions me in

she can vent her anger on me.” I

not your fault! Jane, you are too tolerant!” Frances frowns and

with him and thus keep

it is for a woman to lose

loss of his child. He

and I don’t

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

“I’m sorry.”

sincerely to