In My Desperate Time

"Of course, it's for revenge. He did that to me. How could I still have feelings for him?" I say firmly, but my resolution is shaken a bit.

"As for this child, you should know Whitney doesn't care about him at all. Though I lost my child, I can't bear to see Whitney treat her child like this."

Mindy sighs and looks at me with a complicated expression for a while before letting me go.

There are no products for children at Frances’ home. When we come back home, I write a shopping list and ask him to buy all the things on it.

"How do you know about these things so well?" Frances looks at the list and says.

His question happens to touch my sore spot.

Back then, my child was about to be born. I've prepared everything for it, but I didn't expect that tragedy to happen. But now, Frances mentions this calmly. Does he even consider how I feel?

No, he doesn't care about my feelings.

"I said before that I wanted the child back. Of course, I need to be prepared," I say casually.

these days, but it is unexpected that Whitney discards her child and Frances takes the

doesn't want to give this child to Frances, so she asks someone to throw him away. But I really can't understand why she

and I will

I really don't understand

concern for me is beyond my

this child back. After all, this is not

stop thinking since I can’t figure

things I need

for him. Fortunately, he is adorable and

my arms, I look up and

and

name of Frances. No wonder Frances feels uncomfortable. But he

less. I will bear his faults in

well in my arms, so I go upstairs and put him in the crib. I stand by the side, stare