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.

and take

holds me and

we reach the room, we hear a

Her clothes are tattered into pieces that they couldn't cover

sits there lifeless like a broken porcelain doll, tears

her is a pool of bright

men are too rude, so that she gets hurt like

gone mad as he desperately beats

don't even have the

he fought, as if he wants to vent all his anger on

beat them

I ask Frances worriedly.

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

matter. I don't

lives might be nothing to

by and watch

the hospital first. I feel that she

stops and turns to look

runs

"Whitney, are you alright?"

what he says