In My Desperate Time

However, Frances doesn't come as I expect.

Instead, I meet the lawyer Steven has hired for me.

"Ms. Noyes, I'm your lawyer. You have to tell me the truth. Only when you tell me the truth can I do my best to get your sentence reduced."

The truth?

I smile bitterly and silently.

At this point, does the truth still matter? Telling the truth won't do me any good.

I don't know how long I'll be in this cage. I don't even know what is going on outside.

The feeling of not knowing makes me panic, and I don't dare to act rashly.

"What is the truth? I did shoot Frances. This is an indisputable fact." I look up at the lawyer. At this moment, I'm despondent.

"How many years will I get for attempted murder? Life imprisonment? Right, there's Whitney Jordan's case. With two cases added together, I might die in prison."

Frances’ words keep echoing in my ears, and every word is cutting my heart.

to

just die

so sad that I

says, "There is a blurred boundary between attempted murder and intentional assault. As long as Frances and his people are willing to give you a way out, I can help you get out

hates my guts. He can't wait for me to die. Can I still count on

even dare

is: if I go

been looking forward to that day

day, counting the days left before

dock, while Frances sits coldly at the plaintiff table. He doesn't give me even one

but in his eyes, I don't seem to exist

at Frances while listening to him narrating the event in detail. I can't turn my eyes away

I'm always obsessed

how could I possibly have

was staying by his side for revenge at the time. He must

cold expression is hurting

but

look at

love