My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I lay in his arms and nodded, feeling a little relieved. I originally thought that if one day Josiah came out from prison and he wanted Anne back, I would let Anne make her own choice when she grew up. But now, I didn't think so. He put Anne in danger. He doesn't deserve to be introduced to her as her father.

"Mrs. Roberts, since you are pregnant, you must be careful with everything from now on. Don't be rash." Holding me in his arms, Hendrix spoke gently with a hint of helplessness. "I know you're worried about Anne's disease, and you're even more worried that I'll mistreat Anne because of the baby in your womb. However, Arianna, please trust me wholeheartedly, alright?"

I nodded in fear. "Can Anne's disease really be cured?" The memory of Rita still lingered in my mind. The chemotherapy had left her looking almost deformed within a short month. I couldn't imagine what Anne would become.

Hendrix nodded and said, "I have contacted the best doctors. They will find a suitable bone marrow as soon as possible and perform a transplantation. As long as the surgery is successful, Anne will survive." A bone marrow transplant!

I paused for a moment, then looked at him, "Let's go look for Josiah. He's the biological father of Anne. His bone marrow can definitely match with Anne's, right?"

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inside because of the Saunders family's ties. How could he be beaten up all of a sudden? Hendrix stared at me and said, "It's Mr. Moore's men. He must be angry at Josiah about Anne, so he sent people

so. When he found out that Andrea was the daughter of the Moore

him easily. It was understandable that he sent people to prison to beat

it was because I

lot of dreams, all about Rita lying in the hospital after she passed away. When I woke up again, Hendrix was not here. I was worried about Anne, so I got out of bed and

watching Anne by her bedside. When she saw me, she got up and spoke, "Why are you here? Go back and have

bed. She was asleep. Her delicate facial features were growing more and more similar to her mother, and because of her illness, her face looked a