My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Valerie and Pedro's faces suddenly blanched. Eyes widened, they stared at the nurse and said, "What did you say? Her blood type doesn't match ours?"

For a moment, the nurse was unsure. She looked at them and said, "Don't worry. Maybe it's the hospital's mistake. Anyhow, who here has type B blood? The blood bank is running low on it. We'll need 200 cc of blood."

Hendrix looked at the nurse and said, "Use mine!"

The nurse brought Hendrix to take his blood. Valerie looked at Pedro, her mind a scattered mess. She muttered to herself, "The DNA result states that she's my daughter. So, how could this be?"

Pedro frowned but didn't speak. He paused before saying, "Don't worry. It might have been the hospital's mistake."

Valerie nodded repeatedly, her face was already a little flushed. Over and over again, she said, "Andrea is our daughter. I couldn't have made a mistake."

Andrea was their daughter who they had been searching high and low for. If she was not Valerie's biological daughter, then where was her biological daughter?

She had committed a great deal of evil things for Andrea's sake. Thus, it would be a shame if she found out that Andrea was not her biological child in the end.

Hendrix returned soon after. He saw that I was still sitting in the chair, motionless. He walked over, took me into his arms, and said, "It's alright. The doctor said that there are no life-threatening injuries, everything will be okay." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

These words were said clearly to comfort me. I pursed my lips and gave no response.

Austin arrived. It seemed they had

at me, and his gaze was a little dreary. But since Hendrix was there, he only glanced at me and didn't

at Hendrix with raised brows. "The surgery is going to take a

two

had been in the blood testing

face blank and void of emotions. "You may need to fix this with

him, my gaze leaking icy mist. "I thought you liked her, but now it looks to be otherwise. She's still fighting for her life, yet you're already cursing

wanted to refute but I had no interest in

washroom. When I passed the corridor, my pace slowed.

said they had gone to smoke when in

didn't get close. I only paused for a moment and heard Josiah's

fingers. His gaze was indifferent as he said, "There's nothing to

"What are you going

it!"

both of them have to die? I can't believe you're still

in listening any further. To put it bluntly, I shouldn't have eavesdropped. Even though I knew what was going to