In My Desperate Time

Perhaps Frances doesn't care about the child at all, but I can't do that.

Every time I think of my child, my heart hurts even more.

I can let go of the cruel things that Frances do to me.

But he can't just hurt my child.

I don't have the guts to imagine Frances as the mastermind behind that car accident... Will I really end his life with my own hands?

Frances frowns.

His gaze looks full of uncertainty.

“What are you talking about? When did I ever tell Hamlin to do such thing? How could I do such thing to our child?! I don't even know that we had a child, why didn't you tell me?”

I just look at Frances like that. I don't even know whether the grieve in his face is real or not.

I can't see through him and guess his thoughts.

Back then, he always hid something from me when I thought he didn't fool me.

not to believe any of

sneer and say, “Sorry, I won't believe anything you say, not even a

I dismiss it from my mind after he say that

for so

looks at me, like he wants to say something but it just ends up with a sigh. He then makes a call with

phone screen, and

He's calling Hamlin.

connects quickly, but Hamlin

again, he already turns

nothing to do with me! I

gloomy when talking about the

at his expression any longer, I don't want to hear

just looking for Hamlin to make Hamlin as the

my child's death

fall down as I

why

him, my child won't

only way I can retaliate against Frances is to make him miserable and