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

won't believe anything you say, not even a

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

stupid for so

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

subconsciously glance at his phone screen, and Hamlin is written on

He's calling Hamlin.

connects quickly, but Hamlin hangs

Frances calls him again, he already turns his phone

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

gloomy when talking about the

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

Hamlin to make Hamlin

related to my

down as I

why I haven't stabbed him

him, my child

I can retaliate against Frances is to make him miserable and make him feel the