In My Desperate Time

The police needs evidence for everything. I keep on talking. “She pressed me on the ground. I was not as strong as her. I felt like I was about to be strangled to death. In a hurry, I grabbed something and stabbed her in the back. I did that for self-defense. I didn’t know what I was grabbing. When I found out that Ms. Jordan was injured, I immediately called an ambulance. Whitney probably called you guys when I was distracted. And then you came."

After the explanation, the police officers start organizing the information. They look at Frances nervously, reckoning his thoughts.

"Okay, you may leave. Don’t bother us until there is evidence."

Frances waves to the police impatiently.

The two officers glance at each other, then they nod and left.

Lawrence stands at the door of the operating room, waiting anxiously.

Frances walks over, reaches out to me while frowning.

I don't know what he is going to do, so I can only stare at him nervously.

Until his hand gently lands on my neck.

"Does it hurt?"

speak up. Instead, I feel my heart beating fast. Even my

swallow nervously and tell

the door for Whitney? Wouldn’t you check who the person is when they

yelling makes

know that your ex-wife is such a terrible person? Are you blaming me for hurting her? Why

interrupts me, and his eyes look fierce as if

one who

don’t want to talk to Frances anymore. I walk to the window and keep inhaling deeply, suppressing the anger in

four hours, and Whitney is

there is still a 48-hour susceptible period. ICU observation and treatment

open to family, but if it is Frances, as long as

does not enter. He doesn't even look at

ex-wife. How could

Frances be too cold-blooded to act

the one