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.

been unstable and I need to take care

two months of living like this, Frances' condition is

I feel relieved.

will happen

still feel

something is about

tell exactly

you wake up because you're reluctant to part with the shares and

as I look at the pile of documents in my

documents are all given to me

not improved, he has

he has recovered, I naturally want to return

is

hand and says with

expect that he would give

mood all of a

and

you mean? Could it be that you really woke up because of this? I thought it was because of me. It seems that

gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why are you

"I am. So what?"

looked at him with displeasure and