My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I turned to look at Evan, his gaze also seemed different from usual. They were now filled with sympathy and pain.

What was wrong with me?

I was trapped in my own emotions and couldn't calm down at all. With whatever consciousness I had left, I curled myself up onto the ground and put my arms around my head tightly, as I pulled at my hair. I was not sick, I really was not sick!

An hour passed before I finally regained awareness. Hendrix stayed by my side the whole time. I looked around in search of Anne, but she was nowhere to be found.

Tugging at Hendrix, I asked, "Did Josiah take Anne 911

He embraced me as he shook his head, his gaze gentle as he answered, "No, she's asleep in her room."

He hugged me tightly in his arms. In a deep voice, he said, "Josiah won't take her away. She will forever be our daughter, and will forever stay by our side. Don't worry, she won't go anywhere." Listening to his promise, I calmed down and laid in his arms, listening to his heart beat. A long silence ensued.

He patted me on the back as if to comfort me. "I'm sorry. I've been too busy lately and have neglected you. It's my fault for not taking good care of you."

and pursed my lips, reluctant to

sigh, he spoke in a solemn voice, as if to negotiate with me. "Arianna, let's make a trip to the hospital tomorrow, okay?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

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only going for a quick

lips and finally nodded after a

I had already healed on my own, that I had let go of everything and recovered. But, alas, I didn't. That night, I didn't suffer from insomnia nor behaved aggressively. Hendrix didn't go to the office

The following day.

watched as Anne left, only

took out his keys and pulled me along, tightening his grasp on me as he said,

him into the car. I sat in the car restlessly, with an inexplicable

that Hendrix would take me to the public hospital, but I didn't expect

to see a doctor for a specific illness. He pulled me all the way

next to me; no one else was in the office. I looked at him and asked, "Why are

my hand as a way of comforting me. "To see the doctor. You'll just have a chat with him later; don't overthink it and just answer whatever the doctor asks.

nodded, but in such a narrow space, I couldn't help but feel