My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The director was considered calm and he fought back while trembling. "Mr. Reid, please calm down. The reason why Miss Reid's situation is terrible is because there is no medicine to cure her. The other reason is that Miss Reid is very weak and has no antibodies to this illness, so her condition is very bad. Blaming the doctor is unreasonable." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

What the director said made Aaron even angrier. He casted a dark look behind him, turned his face and carefully helped me lie on the bed. After tucking in the corners of the bed, he turned around and went straight to the director.

Aaron was half a head taller than the director. They confronted each other. A few seconds later, Aaron grabbed the knife from the bodyguard's hand swiftly and plunged it into the director's thigh.

The smell of blood in the room became stronger, but Aaron didn't seem to smell it. He said with a cold face, "This is just the beginning. If my sister can't live, next time, this knife will stab into your chest." A pure foreign accent was supposed to be pleasing to hear from this handsome person, but because of the blood all over the ground and his cold tone, there was a bit of bloodthirstiness added to it. In my blurred vision, I saw the doctors look at each other and finally compromised. The slightly younger doctors were the first to stand up and promised to treat me with all their efforts to prolong my life. Then, a group of people helped the pale director out.

Aaron closed the door behind him and went back to the hospital bed. He comforted me patiently, "Don't worry, Arianna. You will be fine soon."

I didn't even start speaking before coughing twice. Frowning, I tried to comfort him, "Don't worry. I know my body very well. I'm already going to die and I didn't go through my post-delivery recovery properly. I'm the one who reaped what I sowed, so don't be sad."

tightly. He

whispered, "Aaron, promise me one more thing,

the ward and there was no noise in the background. However, my voice seemed

refused to look at me. "You're not feeling well now. Have a good rest. When you recover, I'll go with

Get my son back, don't let him wa... wander outside, without his

"Aaron..."

became faster and faster as if he didn't hear me. Soon, he disappeared from

I expected him to change his mind,

the empty ceiling. The expectations

fell asleep in