In My Desperate Time

My son?

"What do you mean?"

Whitney looks at me with disdain and sneers, "Don't you understand? Jane, you're really stupid to the extreme. Do you really think Earl is my child? My baby died before it was born due to a winding cord! Then I gave you that dead child to make you think your child was dead. Anyway, making you suffer for so long is worth all the effort I put in."

"It's just that having to help you raise your child is just too much for me to bear. Now that your child could die at any moment, I'm happy to tell you the news. Maybe I'll even get to see you taste the pain of losing a child again."

The expression on Whitney's face is crazy. One could imagine just how much she hates me.

Now that Earl is in the intensive care unit, she is still so happy. I really hate her to the point that I want to strangle her.

However, in my heart, I couldn't restrain my excitement.

It turns out that Earl is my child.

He has always been by my side. I like him and care about everything about him, but I don't know that he is my child.

But now, I personally knock my child into the intensive care unit. How can I forgive myself!

want to see

you must be

down

off the bed,

I'm aching all over.

my

care about it. At this moment,

want to know if there's anything wrong

once. I absolutely can't lose him

lumber to the ground and crawl step

I pass by Whitney's side, she stretches out her leg and kicks me hard on

look like a dying dog that is struggling to survive, everyone wants to kick you when they see

She kicks me hard.

twisted together, barely able to

see my child that I don't care about

Whitney kicks

I can't escape! I could only close my eyes