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.

to take

like this, Frances' condition is getting better and better

I feel relieved.

happen

still feel

something is about

can't tell exactly

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

as I look at the pile of documents

given to me

has not improved, he has always insisted on

recovered, I naturally want to return

is what

hand and says with

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

in a bad mood all

coldly and

because of this? I thought it

Frances hurriedly hugs me and says gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why are you taking

"I am. So what?"

at him with