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

of living like this, Frances' condition is getting better

I feel relieved.

nothing will happen between him

I still

something is

tell exactly what's

you wake up because you're reluctant

look at the pile of documents

all given to me by his

Frances' condition has not improved, he has always insisted

has recovered, I naturally want to return

is what it

from my hand and says with a faint

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

mood

snort coldly and curl

because of this? I thought it was because

hugs me and says gently, "Jane,

"I am. So what?"

looked at him with displeasure