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

Frances' condition is getting better

I feel relieved.

seems that nothing will happen between him

I still

that something is about to

can't tell exactly what's

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

the pile of documents in

all given to me by his trusted

improved, he has always insisted on

recovered, I naturally want to

is

them from my hand and says

I'm joking, I don't expect that he would

a bad mood

coldly and curl my

be that you really woke up because of this? I thought it was

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

"I am. So what?"

at him with displeasure and