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.

arrived. It seemed

a little dreary. But since Hendrix

"The surgery is

looked up at him. After nodding, the two of them stood up and walked up

and Pedro had been in the blood testing

of emotions. "You may need to fix this with your life now. Any thoughts of what you want to do

but now it looks to be otherwise. She's still fighting for her life,

refute but I had no

and went straight for the washroom. When I passed the corridor,

they had gone to smoke when in fact, they had

paused for a moment and heard Josiah's cold voice from the corridor. "Do you

held the cigarette butt between his long fingers. His gaze was indifferent

laugh. "What are you going to do

it!"

have to die? I can't believe you're still thinking this way even though the two women who love you are about to

I shouldn't have eavesdropped. Even though I knew what was going to happen, I still came to see it, to hear it myself. In