In My Desperate Time

When he mentions this, I realize that I almost forget about this matter.
Furthermore, I always feel that Frances was joking in the past. How can this be real?
“Mr. Louis, that was a joke, why take it for real?” I smile but feel bitter within me.
Frances always does things according to his own will and never asks if I am willing to. But doesn’t he think that it is a huge joke
to marry me?
“I’m very serious.” The man says solemnly.
“Serious?” I scoff and look at Frances, “Then what are you doing now? Are you proposing or forcing me? You don’t even know
the size of my finger. How serious can you be?”
I shake the ring on my finger and hang my hand downwards. The ring starts to slide down my finger and falls once again onto
the ground. Except for this time, it rolls towards a nearby trashcan.
In my eyes, this ring is no different from the trash.
“You’ve lost weight.”
I am not sure if I am mistaken but the way Frances looks at me shows his heartache for me. Of course, I lost weight. I have
always been slim and after losing 5 kg, I’m practically all skin and bones. And this man in front of me is the cause of all my
weight loss. It is he who ruthlessly killed my child, that is why I am in this sorry state!
“Frances, you don’t have to act in front of me. Although I don’t know what your motives are, you really don’t have to do it
because I hate you to the bone. Even in death, I will never get married to you.” I look at the man in front of me with a grin while
the fury rages within me.
“Jane, what the hell do you want!” Frances raises his voice and he is unable to conceal his anger.
He’s angry? Does he have the right to get angry?
“I’ve already said, I want you to die. Die in front of me if you have the guts to. Otherwise, don’t bother me again!” After saying
coldly to Frances, I proceed to walk upstairs.
Behind me, Frances says in certainty, “Jane, you can’t escape.”

Escape? Since I’m back, I never consider trying to escape!
Frances’ appearance messes up my mood. The next day my mood remains very poor. I apply for leave from work that day. I
change my clothes and head to the city center for some shopping therapy.
It is truly a small world. I go to a café for a cup of coffee and run into Whitney but she doesn’t see me. She is struggling with a
child in a pram. The child is throwing a tantrum and Whitney is frowning tightly and looks very frustrated.
After a while, her cell phone rings, and she sits down to receive the call.
The child’s cry becomes increasingly loud and even my heart is aching for the child. Perhaps it is because I lost a child and that
is why I’m feeling this pain.
“Enough, stop crying.” Whitney ends the call and looks at the child in anger. She stretches out her hand and slaps the child
twice.
My heart hurts with each of her slap. How can she treat her child that way? How can she bear to slap a baby who is her flesh
and blood?! I can’t become a mother even if I want to and Whitney does not even cherish her child. My heart aches
tremendously when I see it.
The child cries even loudly after the two slaps.
Someone walks in through the entrance and towards Whitney. He picks up the child into his embrace and appeases the child.
That person is Lawrence! From the looks of it, Whitney must be bringing the child to meet Lawrence as a family.
I nervously shift my position to get a better view of what’s happening over there. I am the one who catches them in the act so
why should I be the one who feels guilty?
Lawrence speaks tenderly to Whitney and she is indifferent towards him. She maintains expressionless.
I drink my coffee as I occasionally peek in that direction.
At this moment, I feel the table tremble violently and the coffee in the cup starts to ripple. The people start to panic and everyone
starts to run outside. They shout as they run out, “Earthquake!”
Lawrence holds onto Whitney’s hand and runs out with her. I also grab my bag and run outside.

I unconsciously look in the direction where Whitney sat and saw that the pram is still there and the child is still inside it!