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."

heavily. It took her ten hours to give birth to the baby. The moment she heard the baby cry, her desperate heart seemed to

large stream of warm

"She's bleeding. Hurry up.”

were the last words she heard

her best to reach out to

later, Arya was pushed out of the

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

died and

“What?!

My child

only lived for 12 hours, and you were

made her unable to

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 nurse's clothes and pleaded, "Please, give my baby back. I'll just take

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

clenched into fists. Tears fell from her eyes, wetting her hair. She bit her lip tightly and soon she tasted blood. She was so painful and heartbroken. She would

was

Like a walking dead.

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