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."

smiles and walks over to take out the

pitifully at Frances and pleads him, "Frances, please don't. Don't do 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

eyes are filled

her last

the last ray of starlight

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

cold, and his eyes

how terrifying he is since I've known him for so

man who panics others makes

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

this man's heart is as

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

goose bumps because

two steps back, but Frances

I'm here. You'll be fine. In this world,