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

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

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

for so long, but not

me, like he wants to say something but it just ends up with a

subconsciously glance at his phone screen, and

He's calling Hamlin.

call connects quickly, but Hamlin hangs

he already

both sides of my shoulders, and seriously says, “Jane, you have to believe me... This has nothing to do with me! I will

gloomy when talking about

expression any longer, I don't want to hear

me, he's just looking for Hamlin to make Hamlin as the scapegoat

what, you're related to my child's death and even if

tears fall down as I

why I haven't stabbed

if I kill him,

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