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.

in and

holds me and

reach the room, we hear a series of

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

there lifeless like a broken porcelain doll, tears streaming

is a pool

It should that those men are too rude, so

to have gone mad

and don't even have the strength to fight back, but Lawrence still doesn't

as he fought, as if he wants to vent

beat

I ask Frances worriedly.

already against the law. If

matter. I

be nothing

I can't stand by and watch

afar, I say to Lawrence, "You should take Whitney to the hospital

and turns to look at

he runs

"Whitney, are you alright?"

to hear what he says