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.

apologizes again

and stepped forward to support old Mr. Louis. "Grandfather, let me take

to see you! Scram as far

Louis shakes off my hand impatiently and

it had been before, I would have read that old Mr.

after seeing what happened just

is thinking about, but if I hate someone, I definitely won't save

dislike for me is

really hate me? Since that's the case, why did you help me just now?" I look at old Mr.

eyes

to

old Mr. Louis says that, he doesn't look

there and see him stop a car and leave

feel very

is going

office, I find that Frances’ meeting

him what just happened and want an answer. He shakes his head in confusion, just

I often can't figure out what my

can he not read his

can't read Hilda as

out a long sigh and say to