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.

I need to take care of

condition is getting better and better day

I feel relieved.

that nothing will happen

I still feel

that something is about to

can't tell exactly

you're reluctant to

at the pile of documents in

given to me by his

Frances' condition has not improved, he has

that he has recovered, I naturally want to return

is what

takes them from my hand and

expect that he

in a bad mood all of a

snort coldly and curl

of this? I thought

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

"I am. So what?"

at him with displeasure and