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."

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

stream of warm liquid flowing out

"She's bleeding. Hurry up.”

words

tried her best to reach out to the crying

hours later, Arya was pushed out

eyes and covered her lower abdomen with her hand. It was already flat. She turned to look at the nurse who had

died and its body had been sent

“What?!

Are you sure? My child was born

hours, and you were unconscious for

almost made her unable to breathe. She shook

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 her wound. Arya grabbed

the end, in her almost desperate eyes,

did not say a word. She was silent and felt angry and helpless. Her hands were clenched into fists. Tears fell from her eyes, wetting her hair. She bit her lip tightly and soon she tasted blood. She was

was alone

Like a walking dead.

had experienced too much in these years. She was exhausted. It was not that she didn't want to give up, but she couldn't