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In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 587

Summary for Chapter 587: I Hate Myself: In My Desperate Time

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Of the Sabah stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is In My Desperate Time. The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 587: I Hate Myself. Let's read the author's In My Desperate Time Sabah story right here.

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.

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."

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