My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 118

I didn't say anything. I felt a little dizzy, my lower abdomen hurt, and blood kept gushing out from my lower body. And everything pointed to the fact that we might lose our child.

How should I put it? I felt pain, but it wasn't from my lower abdomen. It was from my heart.

It was as if something was stuck in my throat, suffocating me.

Hendrix got out of bed and hit the chaise longue that was by the bed. Perhaps his legs were weak.

I didn't say a word but just looked at him emotionlessly.

He found his phone and swiped the screen with his shaking fingers. After some time, he finally made the call.

When someone picked up the call at the other end, Hendrix rushed his words, trembling, "She's bleeding. I need an ambulance. There's so much blood."

He then hung up the phone, stumbled into the bathroom, and came out with a towel in his hand.

He walked near the bedside and kneeled, trying to clean the blood. But it was useless. I wouldn't stop bleeding.

I looked at him calmly, and my gaze was slowly getting unfocused.

He was in a panic. He didn't know what to do. I saw all those emotions shown in his eyes, but I didn't feel anything for him. He deserved it.

He didn't look at me. Seeing that he had no way of stopping the bleeding, he took out a set of clothes from the wardrobe and helped me put them on.

He picked me up from the bed. I could feel that his hands were shaking badly.

Then, I heard the siren from the front yard. It must be the ambulance.

Sure enough, shortly later, a group of people pushed a stretcher into the villa. Hendrix put me on the stretcher and looked at me with conflicted emotions.

I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see him.

I was wide awake throughout the process of venturing from the villa to the hospital. I was even in a clear state of mind when I was in the operating room.

The process actually didn't take long, and it wasn't hard to endure.