In My Desperate Time

Old Mr. Louis is shocked. When he looks at me, I can see that he is in a panic.

Then, he scolds, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Although old Mr. Louis denies it, I know that he lies from his expression.

"I'm certain that I'm right. I'm not passionate, but I can feel that you don't hate me. Although you change your attitude because of Hilda, I think you have your reasons. Otherwise, you wouldn't have risked your life to save me that day."

I stare at him and say it word by word.

He doesn't say anything but keeps looking at me.

I think that he's going to admit it and he is willing to tell me the truth.

But in the end, he snorts and sneers in disdain, "You're too narcissistic! The reason why I liked you is because I thought you were better than Whitney. But after a while, I feel that you are scheming. In addition, compared to Hilda, you look worse. Hilda is so nice, so why don't I let her be my granddaughter-in-law?"

words break

at me in

this moment, I wonder if I misjudge him. I

others to be careful, not you. How many times do you want me to explain? How can you believe me? It has nothing to do with me whether you're hurt or not. Think about it. You're from an ordinary family. Your younger brother is a hooligan, and your father killed my dear son. How can I

the pain

we will never be

mention it, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about

I still hope that you can tell me if you have your

leave. Don't bother

and orders me

and turn to walk

around, I meet Hilda. She is

she show up?

just now his real thoughts? Or