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.

so I don’t even dodge. I close my eyes

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

the cup doesn’t hit my

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

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

you an idiot? Why don’t

around and questions

vent her anger on me.” I say

fault! Jane, you are too tolerant!” Frances frowns and says sternly to

with him

how heartbreaking it is

for the loss of his child. He should have hated me. Why

understand, and I don’t want to

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

“I’m sorry.”

say sincerely to