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.

always been unstable and I need to take care of Frances, so I have

months of living like this, Frances' condition is getting

I feel relieved.

happen between him and me

I still

something is about

tell

you're reluctant to part with the shares and

I look at the pile of documents in my

documents are all given to me by

has not improved, he has always insisted

has recovered, I naturally want to return these things to

is what it

my hand and says

don't expect that he would give me such an

a bad mood all

coldly and curl my

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

says gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why

"I am. So what?"

looked at him with