In My Desperate Time
Chapter 587: I Hate Myself

I'm scared.

I'm so scared of the drug, but I'm more scared that Frances will get addicted to it.

If one of us must take it, then I'll be the one.

I take a deep breath and reach out to the bag of powder.

My entire body trembles involuntarily. I have foreseen how disgusting and desperate I will be.

But before my hand can touch it, Frances has clutched it. He smiles faintly and says, "Such a good opportunity, wouldn't it be a pity if I give it away?"

As he speaks, he opens it calmly.

"No! You can't do it!"

I shout inwardly over and over again, but no one can hear it.

"Good. I appreciate your bravery. It looks like Hilda has found a good husband."

Mike smiles and hands Frances a dollar bill.

Taking it over, Frances pours the powder onto it, and glowers at it.

Seems like a painful internal struggle is going on.

Mike grows more and more impatient.

Sensing his hesitancy, Hilda jabs him with her elbow, "Frances, hurry up. It's just a little. You will be fine."

A little?

I want to punch her right in the face.

It is far from a little. It is a lot!

Now, getting addicted or not is no longer the issue here. He can die from a drug overdose!

What should I do? What should I do?

Looking at Frances, I become more and more despairing.

I don't want this. But with my hands tied, I can't do anything but watch.

If I go forward, all the efforts will be wasted. So I can only sit here like an outsider even though my heart tells me exactly the opposite.

I hate it.

I hate myself.

If I've moved faster, the situation would be totally different.

However, why does Frances do this?

He has no idea who I am right now. He doesn't need to help me.

But if he is helping Hilda make this deal to get solid evidence, then it will be too much of a sacrifice.

No matter what, I don't want him to do this.

But now, it is too late.

He slowly pours the powder on the bill and rolls it up.

Then, he places it in front of his nose.

Inhaling deeply, he sniffs the powder into his nostrils and then his body.

Eyes bloodshot, I bite my lips hard to utter no sound.

The grief saps my heart so much that I can't breathe.

Fortunately, everyone's attention is focused on Frances, and no one notices me.

I fix my gaze at Frances, afraid that he will suddenly fall in front of me.

But strangely, he doesn't.

Isn't this heroin?

Am I overthinking it?

Without even looking at Frances, Hilda says to Mike, "Now, I get the deal, don't I?"

The urgency overflows from her voice.

Does Frances matter even a little to her?

Mike grins and looked at Frances. He nods, "You really have an excellent husband. It is yours."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐