My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I tasted something pungent and salty in my mouth. Hendrix's arm was injured, and blood was gushing out of it. In my poisoned state, I had no strength left at all. Hendrix dragged me up with his injured hand and kept swimming for the shore with his other hand.

However, the waves were too strong. The explosives had detonated the pharmaceutical equipment on the island, worsening the strength of the ocean currents. Even with all of Hendrix's strength, we still couldn't get anywhere near the shore.

Seeing how Hendrix's injured hand was shaking violently from trying so desperately to hold onto me, I braced myself and used the last of my strength to push Hendrix away.

Almost instantly, the large waves rushed over and swallowed me whole.

I wanted to see him one last time. But in the end, even my simple wish couldn't be granted.

"According to the news report, Hendrix, the chairman of Roberts Group, attended the opening ceremony of the Oceana International School in person recently. The six-year-old boy who spoke as the student representative was rumored to look like him, and he was suspected to be his son, Wynn Roberts, who was raised in secret..."

Before I awoke, I heard a strange female voice that sounded like a newscaster.

As I opened my eyes, the dazzling white that came into view made me feel like a deer in the headlights. I closed my eyes again and waited for them to adapt to the bright light. It was only then I slowly took in the scene before me.

It was an unfamiliar and spacious ward. The sun was shining in from the outside, and the air smelled of disinfectants and sunshine. The place smelled rather nice.

A few nurses surrounded the table by the window. They were discussing the news that had just been broadcasted.

"How handsome do you think Hendrix's son would look?"

Now that the child is grown,

a fiancee, what's there to talk

let's stop gossiping during work. Hurry up, it's time to change the dressing. Be careful later, don't do it as rashly as you did the last

the nerves? It's not like

a medical worker should say. You

dispute, the older nurse approached the bed. My vision was still blurred, so I couldn't see her face clearly. I could only stare blankly at the moving figures. "Oh my god,

a

figures then

woke up! It's

"Get the doctor!"

quite

meant,

felt tired

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twice. Then,

asleep again.

a gentle and low male voice

my mouth. My voice was so hoarse and