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.

I choose not to

believe

my mind after he say that he's not the one

for so

say something but it just ends up with a sigh. He then makes a call with his stern-looking

glance at his phone screen, and Hamlin is written on

He's calling Hamlin.

call connects quickly, but Hamlin

him again, he already turns his

and seriously says, “Jane, you have to believe me... This has nothing to do with me! I will also investigate thoroughly since you said that Hamlin did it. I won't let

look gloomy when talking about the

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

he's just looking for Hamlin to make

No matter what, you're related to my child's

tears fall down as

reason why I haven't stabbed him

I kill him, my

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