In My Desperate Time

"I'm sorry. Miss Whitney won't see anyone. If you try to barge in, we will stop you."

One of them says to me.

His tone speaks of death.

I'm scared.

But for Frances, I must buckle up.

I force a smile and say to him, "Please inform her Jane is here. I'm begging for her forgiveness. She will come out to see me."

But actually, I'm not sure she would.

Whitney has been hiding here for so long, so she is probably going to stay inside.

However, I am willing to bet her pride will tempt her to see me bow.

Sadly, the guard wouldn't even do that. He shakes his head and says, "Mr. Jordan says no one can see her. If you don't leave, we will use force."

As he speaks, he touches the gun at his waist.

Although I've been practicing shooting recently, I'm still afraid of guns.

The bullet has no eyes. I might die if I am not careful.

I look up and find the villa isn't that big. If I shout, Whitney should hear me.

After pondering for a while, I take two steps back and yell, "Whitney, I want to see you!"

There is no response.

I'm sure

all, my throat hurts from the

see you. As long as you can get

I add.

yet no one answers

give up just like

Whitney's figure appears behind the

me quietly through the

beside her, and they look even stronger

let me talk to

shout at

she only stands there for two seconds before

least I know she's

for a moment and decide to go all out for it.

saying goes, with utmost sincerity no

I am,

kneel there for an entire

drives

a suit, gets off the car and glances

over and gives me

he

here to plead for

bit my

you think it's too late

at me coldly and says with a