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."

to give birth to the baby. The moment she heard

moment, she suddenly felt a large stream of warm

"She's bleeding. Hurry up.”

last words she heard

out to the crying child

later, Arya was pushed

abdomen with her hand. It was already flat. She turned to look at the

baby died and its body had been sent

“What?!

child was born alive. I

to you. The child only lived for 12 hours, and you were unconscious for 24 hours. Sorry for your

her unable

instant, a large amount of blood oozed from her wound. Arya grabbed the nurse's clothes and pleaded, "Please, give my baby back. I'll just take

the bleeding. In the end, in her almost desperate eyes, the

hair. She

was alone

Like a walking dead.

he or she. She had experienced too much in these years. She was exhausted. It was