In My Desperate Time

The driver quickly reacts and drives the car to the side.
However, the distance between the two cars is so narrow that the two cars can't dodge but collide.
The front of my car crashes into the back seat of Whitney's car.
It is only when I am so close that I realize that Whitney is hugging Earl in her arms!
Although Whitney should go to the hell, Earl is innocent!
I hurriedly step on the brakes, but apparently, it is too late.
My head hits the steering wheel so hard and my skin is punctured by broken glass.
It hurts.
I feel blood flowing down my head and my consciousness is fading.
I want to look up and see how Whitney is, but I don't have the strength anymore.
My head droop down on the steering wheel and my eyes close limply.
The phone vibrates from the side. I try to prop open my eyelids and read the words clearly.
"Jane, don't do anything stupid. I'll be right over."
He'll be right over?
When?
Frances, do I still have a chance to see you?
My eyes dull, and I fall into boundless darkness.
I don't know if I'm dead, but if I can drag Whitney to the hell together. I think it's worth it.
Only when she dies would things really end.
However, what happened to the driver and Earl?

It's the only thing I care about before I go into a coma.
"Jane, don't sleep. Wake up, look at me!"
This voice sounds familiar. It is like a beam of light that suddenly shines into my pitch-dark life.
Who is he?
Yeah! Frances!
My love, Frances!
I want to open my eyes, but I really don't have any strength.
I could only hear him calling my name over and over again.
Later, I hear the sound of an ambulance and the sound of medical staff talking. The environment is more and more noisy, and
then turns quiet again.
The last thing I heard is the doctor asking the anesthesiologist to give me an anesthetic.
And then, I lose consciousness.
When I wake up again, I think I am dreaming.
I slowly open my eyes and see the worried Frances.
I don't see him for a while. He seems to be haggard. His dark circles under the eyes are as deep as a giant panda's, and his
beard is long.
"Frances..."
I want to call him, but as soon as I open my mouth, I find it hard to say a word.
"Jane, you're awake!"
Frances excitedly stands up from his chair and strides towards me.
Because of the excitement, his body couldn't help but tremble.

"Yeah. Water."
After I say this briefly, Frances pours a cup of hot water and hands it to me.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of water, I feel my throat is much better. Then I say to Frances, "I'm fine. Don't worry."
"You've been asleep for three days! Do you know how dangerous your actions are? You almost died!"
I just wake up and I don't want to hear Frances blame me.
I know he is worried about me, so I feel really guilty when facing him.
"I want some porridge. Go buy some for me."
He nods and tells me to call him if I need anything, and then he goes out.
Not long after Frances leaves, an uninvited guest arrives.
Whitney.
She comes in in a wheelchair with a cast on her leg.
Looks like she only hurt her leg.
"I'm not dead, you are very surprised, right?" Whitney sneers.
I don't say anything and my heart is filled with resentment towards her.
I really hate Whitney too much. I can't control this kind of hatred at all. If I was able to move now, I would go forward and strangle
her.
But now, I'm even weaker than Whitney. It was impossible to attack her.
"I just broke my leg, but that child is still in the intensive care unit."
Whitney looks at me with a meaningful smile on her face.
Earl? Is Earl hurt? Is it serious?

How cold is this woman! Her child is already like this, yet she is actually able to act as if nothing has happened!
She's not worried about Earl, but I'm worried.
My heart aches for Earl.
On the surface, I have to pretend that I don't care.
"What does that have to do with me? It's your child anyway. I don't care."
Whitney smiles and speaks to me slowly.
"What if I say he's your child?"