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.

I don’t even dodge. I close my eyes and get

of the baby. I have to

the cup doesn’t hit my head. And

is standing in front of

time when Whitney smashed my

idiot? Why

around and questions me

my fault, so she can vent her anger on

the stairs. It’s not your fault!

with him and thus keep

understand how heartbreaking it is for a woman to lose

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

and I don’t want

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

“I’m sorry.”

say sincerely to