In My Desperate Time

However, I want to go in, I want to see how he is.

I stand at the door, hesitating.

Frances' voice sounds again.

"Jane, leave now. I don't want you to see me like this. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

He has repeatedly stressed that if I go in, I don't seem to respect him very much.

There is nothing I could do. I could only close the door with anxiety.

He seems to crash into the wall again and again, and at the same time, into my heart.

After a long time, it's silent inside.

When I open the door, I see Frances lying unconscious on the ground, blood oozing out of his head.

I'm so sad, but at the same time, I'm so grateful.

At the very least, he has survived today's trial.

The wound on Frances' head is just a trauma. I call a private doctor to bandage it for him, so there's no problem.

need to take

living like this, Frances' condition is getting better and better

I feel relieved.

nothing will happen between him and

I still

vaguely feel that something

I can't tell exactly what's

reluctant to part with the shares

as I look at the

documents are all given to me by

he has

has recovered, I naturally want to return these

is what it

takes them from my hand and says with a faint

I'm joking, I don't expect that he would give me

mood all of a

snort coldly and curl my

it be that you really woke up because of this? I thought it was because

unhappy expression, Frances hurriedly hugs me and says gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why

"I am. So what?"

looked at him with displeasure