My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Looking at the mess in the kitchen, it was likely that she had put the glass bowl on the stovetop, causing it to shatter.

She had stopped sobbing. It was clear that she was scared as her body was trembling. She whimpered, "I just wanted to make you some eggs. My classmates said you won't be sick if you eat more eggs." When I looked closely, I saw two eggs next to the stove. I could not quite process what had just happened. Everything felt unreal. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

As I carried Anne onto my lap, I felt a sudden pang of heartache. For the past few days, I had been so preoccupied with the thoughts of Josiah coming over to see her, that I had been distracted and absent- minded most of the time. This was why she mistook me for feeling sick.

"Anne, I'm sorry. I..." Before I could continue talking, my heart wrenched in pain again and tears started pooling in my eyes.

Hendrix looked at us, his face painted with a mix of emotions. He walked towards us and wrapped his arms around us. He comforted us gently, "It's okay, everything's fine now. Whatever you do next time, safety first."

I pursed my lips, feeling sick in my stomach. I tried to hold back from vomiting, but my efforts were futile. I couldn't take it anymore and headed straight to the bathroom.

I puked everything up. When I left the bathroom, Hendrix and Anne were staring at me worriedly at the doorway.

"Mr. Roberts, is Mummy not feeling well?" Anne asked, her eyes red and swollen.

unforthcoming. After a long pause, he asked Anne to

about to explain

going to the hospital!" He took me by

feeling like I wasn't in the best state of mind. I frowned disapprovingly and asserted sotto voce, "I'm good. I think my digestive system

Glowering at me, he

How long?

like I had this issue for quite some time now. It began after I met with Irvin. From then on, I had the tendency to

sick all along, even more so in the recent weeks that Josiah had

as he tried to collect himself. Though he was trying to remain composed, I could tell that

for a check- up," he muttered under his breath. Had I not listened carefully, I would not have been able to discern the emotion in

annoyed. Not wanting to squabble over this issue, I pushed him away once more and yelled assertively, "Didn't you hear me? I said I'm good. I'm all good. It's not like you're deaf." As much as he was flabbergasted

words. I wanted to make amends for what I had just said.

even get another word out before the nausea kicked in

impasse. Hendrix looked at him and asked, "Can you call the deputy director of Topcare Hospital? Ask him if we