In My Desperate Time

I immediately call the doctors, and thankfully, he is just too tired, nothing serious.

I ask Frances how he deal with those two people. He doesn’t want to tell me, as he says that the situation is not appropriate for me to know.

Since he has said so, I stop asking.

I believe he can handle this matter well and definitely give our child an answer.

“Thank you for everything you’d done. But what should I do about Lawrence? There is no way for me to forgive or to let go,” I whispered.

My child is the pain of my life.

Even if the person that hurt my child were Frances, I would have hated him so much that I would have wanted him to die. And now that this person has turned out to be Whitney, I cannot let her go this easily.

“You don’t have to worry, I’m here for everything. It is our child, and I won’t let anyone hurt her get away with it.”

Frances holds my hand and says in a deep voice.

My heart, suddenly, settles down.

After putting aside all those misunderstandings, I realize that Frances has been very good to me all along.

At the time, I was blinded by hatred, and it made me hate him to my core.

“Okay.”

to him

looks at me, his

me, stammered

my face is held by him, followed

still wounded, get some

him, and

is how I recuperate

and kissed me

full of his

relaxed, and my mind is dizzy from his

I see the look of his eye, and he

the bed, “Get

doesn’t say anything, looking at

cheeks feel like they are burning

around and

my heart is still

discharged from the hospital soon after, as he is given imported medicine. After all,

house, he takes me straight upstairs and carries me

what are you

I pout.