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 any of his

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

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

for so long,

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

phone screen, and Hamlin is written on

He's calling Hamlin.

quickly, but Hamlin hangs up after

again, he already turns his

“Jane, you have to believe me... This has nothing to do with me! I will

eyes look gloomy when talking

look at his expression any longer,

Hamlin to make Hamlin as the scapegoat

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

fall down as

that's the reason why I haven't

kill him, my child won't

can retaliate against Frances is to make him