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

pieces that they couldn't cover her beautiful body. Lawrence's coat wraps her shoulders, but it

there lifeless like a broken porcelain doll, tears streaming

a

It should that those men

gone mad

badly beaten and don't even have the strength to fight back,

he wants to vent all his anger

he beat

I ask Frances worriedly.

to deal with Whitney is already against the law. If someone dies again,

I don't care." Frances

lives might be

I can't stand by and watch

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

and turns to look

he runs over

"Whitney, are you alright?"

seem to hear what he says