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.

unstable and I need to take care of Frances,

living like this, Frances' condition

I feel relieved.

seems that nothing will happen between him and me

still feel

something is about to

I can't tell exactly

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

I look at the pile of

documents are all given to me by

has always

has recovered, I naturally want to return these things

say is

them from my hand

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

bad mood all

coldly and curl my

of this? I

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

"I am. So what?"

looked at him