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.

to believe

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

after he say that he's not the

so long, but

just ends up with a sigh. He then makes a call with his

at his phone screen, and Hamlin

He's calling Hamlin.

Hamlin hangs up after two

him again, he already turns his phone

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

gloomy when talking about

look at his expression any longer, I

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

you're related to my child's death and

fall down as

that's the reason why I haven't

him,

to