In My Desperate Time

"Ah!"

Old Mr. Louis cries in alarm.

I look up and see old Mr. Louis frowning.

The person beside him panics and keeps apologizing to old Mr. Louis.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm really in a hurry."

Only then do I notice that he is holding a glass of water in his hand.

The boiling water inside spills on the back of old Mr. Louis’ hand, making it red and swollen.

If he hadn't pushed me away just now, I would have been injured.

But doesn't he hate me? Why does he protect me?

It's not the right time to think about this. What's important is to see if his burns are serious or not.

"It doesn't matter. Be careful next time."

Old Mr. Louis says kindly to the man, but because of the pain, his brows are tightly knitted.

man apologizes again

support old Mr. Louis. "Grandfather, let me take

want to see you! Scram as far away as you can! Can't you see that I hate

Louis shakes off my hand impatiently and

had been before, I would have read that

what happened just now, I am a little

what he is thinking about, but if I hate

his dislike for

Since that's the case, why did you help me just now?" I look

his eyes are filled with extreme

that person to be careful, not you!

he doesn't look at me anymore and directly

and see him stop a car and

I feel

exactly is

office, I find that Frances’

answer. He shakes his head in confusion,

figure out what my grandfather is thinking too." He smiles

not only can he not read his

he can't read

and say to Frances, "What is the third way you've