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

won't believe anything you

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

for so

at me, like he wants to say something but it just ends up with a sigh. He then makes a call with his stern-looking

his phone screen, and Hamlin is written

He's calling Hamlin.

connects quickly, but Hamlin hangs up after

again, he already

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

look gloomy when talking about the

any longer, I don't

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

matter what you do, it's meaningless. No matter what, you're related to my child's death and even if you kill Hamlin now, my

down as I say

why I haven't stabbed him

I kill him, my child won't

is to make him miserable and