In My Desperate Time

I don't know why, but I look at Whitney and suddenly start to worry about her.

Even though I know that I shouldn't have such worries.

I should hate her, shouldn't I?

To me, being soft-hearted is definitely not a good thing.

"What do you plan to do with her?" I ask.

"Actually, you already know, don't you?"

He's right, I do know. Once, I was almost raped. I understand the malicious gazes of those men.

Such a thing to a woman is undoubtedly fatal.

I wanted to stop Frances from doing this, but thinking of the child who dies tragically at the hands of Whitney, I nod.

"Yes."

and walks over to take out

this to me. I can't be ruined by these people. I'll die for this. Can you let me go? Please, I don't want to be ruined by them. I only love you. For the sake of that we used to be husband and wife, please let

eyes are filled with

is her last

the last ray of

for what you've done. Killing you is a one-off solution. It's easier for

on Frances’ face is cold, and

realized how terrifying

panics others makes me feel

filled with fear. She shakes her head, hoping that Frances

this man's heart is as

me, and we wouldn't have become like this. I hate you. I hate you! I won't let you go, even if I die.

been covered with goose bumps because of what she

take two steps back, but Frances tightly grips

be fine. In this world, no one can hurt