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

say, “Sorry, I won't believe anything you say, not

I dismiss it from my mind after he say that he's not the one who hurt

stupid for so

he wants to say something but it just ends up with a sigh. He then makes a call with his

screen, and Hamlin is written on

He's calling Hamlin.

but Hamlin hangs

Frances calls him again, he already turns his phone

and seriously says, “Jane, you have to believe me... This has nothing to do with me!

when talking about the

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

make Hamlin as the

what you do, it's meaningless. No matter what, you're related to my child's death and even if you kill

fall down

the reason why I

him, my child won't live

can retaliate against Frances is to make him miserable and make him