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.

now, I choose not to believe any of his

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

after he say that he's not the one who

for so long,

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

at his phone screen, and Hamlin is written on

He's calling Hamlin.

but Hamlin

calls him again, he already turns his

This has nothing to do with me! I will also investigate thoroughly since you said that Hamlin did it. I won't let

eyes look gloomy when talking

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

Hamlin to make Hamlin as the scapegoat and clear

you're related to my child's death and even

fall down

why I haven't stabbed

him, my child

against Frances is to make him