In My Desperate Time

I really can't listen to this. I cover my ears but Whitney's screaming still faintly reaches my ears.

Frances also notices that I'm uncomfortable. He whispers to me, "If you're uncomfortable, let's go."

I am indeed not feeling very well. As a woman, I cannot face such a scene calmly.

I nod and walk out with Frances.

As soon as we reach the entrance of the building, we run into Lawrence, who is rushing over angrily.

"Where's Whitney? Where's Whitney?"

He walks over and pulls Frances’ collar.

Frances chuckles. He removes Lawrence's hand and says, "You dare ask me. Why don't you go in and take a look? Perhaps you will help her suffer less."

Lawrence is shocked and hurriedly rushes inside.

It seems that this terrible nightmare should be over.

However, for Whitney, it was unforgettable.

For some things, there's no difference between one minute and one hour.

go in and

holds me and

reach the room, we hear a

on the ground. Her clothes are tattered into pieces that they couldn't cover her beautiful body. Lawrence's

lifeless like a broken porcelain doll, tears streaming down

is a pool

know. It should that those men are

to have gone mad as he

have the strength to fight

as he fought, as if he wants to vent all

beat them

I ask Frances worriedly.

with Whitney is already against the law. If someone dies again, I'm

I don't care." Frances

might be nothing

by and watch

should take Whitney to the hospital first. I

and turns to look

runs over

"Whitney, are you alright?"

what he says and sits there