Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 4

She opened her mouth and bit the hand of the female prisoner who was covering her mouth. She screamed out of pain and slapped her.

Arya tilted her head. It really hurt, but she didn't care. She just wanted to save the baby in her belly and shouted, "Help. Help... Somebody help..."

"B*tch!" The leading female prisoner covered Arya's mouth again. She did not dare to make things public. So she ordered the other two people, "Hand me the dagger under my pillow."

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. Shocked and terrified, they stopped immediately and looked at the guards.

"What are you doing?" Hearing the guards’ voice, they quickly squatted in the corner with their hands folded around their heads

"Save my child, please!" Arya, who was covered in blood, lay on the cold ground. She held one of the guards’ trousers, pleading.

Seeing her in a mess, the security guards were also afraid. If this thing was not handled well, they would probably have trouble.

One of the guards looked at her with pity. He whispered to the other guard, "Take her to the hospital. If she dies, we will be punished.”

At this moment, it was raining heavily in W City.

Arya lay in the operating room. Her lower abdomen ached so much that she didn't even have the strength to move. But she still held the doctor's sleeve tightly and pleaded, "Please save my child.” "We will try our best."

ten hours to give birth to the baby. The moment she heard

moment, she suddenly felt a large stream of warm liquid flowing out of her

"She's bleeding. Hurry up.”

the last words she heard before blacking

best to reach out to the crying child

hours later, Arya was pushed out of the

opened her eyes and covered her lower abdomen with her hand. It was already flat. She turned to look at

Ma'am. The baby died and its body

“What?!

you sure? My child

only lived for 12 hours,

made her unable to breathe. She shook her head desperately. She didn't

How could my child die? You're lying to me." Arya suddenly sat up from the bed, but she was weak and unstable, so she fell off the bed. In an instant, a large amount of blood oozed from

doctor and pressed her wound to stop the bleeding. In the end, in her almost desperate eyes, the nurse

wetting her hair. She bit her lip tightly and soon she tasted blood. She was so painful and heartbroken. She would rather trade her own life

she was

Like a walking dead.

too much in these years. She was exhausted. It was not that she