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 care of Frances, so I have never

this, Frances' condition

I feel relieved.

will happen between him and

I still feel

feel that something is about to

can't tell exactly

reluctant to part with the shares

I look at the

to

improved, he has

he has recovered, I naturally want to return these

you say is what

takes them from my hand and says with a

don't expect that he would give me

mood all

coldly and curl

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

me and says gently, "Jane, I'm

"I am. So what?"

looked at him with displeasure and