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.”

replied to

me, his stares, becoming

at me, stammered and unable to say

after, my face is held

still wounded,

him, and he

is how I recuperate from my

and kissed

full of his

relaxed, and my mind

came to my senses when I see the look of his eye,

to the bed, “Get some rest!” I speak solemnly while my arms on

looking at

like they are burning

and leave the

heart is still

discharged from the hospital soon after, as he is given imported

as we arrive at Frances’ house, he takes me straight upstairs and carries me

are you

I pout.