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

won't believe anything you say, not even a

he

was stupid for so long, but

to say something but it just ends up with a sigh. He then

at his phone screen, and Hamlin

He's calling Hamlin.

connects quickly, but Hamlin hangs

he already turns his phone

to do

when

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

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

related to my child's death and even if you kill Hamlin now,

fall down as I

reason why I

if I kill him, my child

Frances is to make him miserable and make him