My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 17

Andrea wept sadly as she held onto Hendrix's arm desperately. She looked like a pitiful and helpless lost child.

Hendrix held her in his arms and comforted her, "Andrea, you're not alone. I won't leave you on your own. Calm down!"

Andrea stared at him. Her eyes were red and swollen. "Don't let her give birth to the child, please? I beg you, Hendrix. Don't let her give birth to the child or I'll die!"

She spoke resolutely.

Hendrix stared at her and his eyes were clouded with anger. He scolded, "Andrea, stop messing around!"

Andrea pushed him away abruptly. She picked up a fruit knife hurriedly and slashed her wrist.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Hendrix probably never expected Andrea to resort to that. He went cold and immediately snapped back to his senses. He bit back his fear and held Andrea in his arms. He decided to send her to the emergency ward immediately.

However, Andrea held onto the headboard of the bed tightly and refused to let go. Her eyes were red as she insisted, "Don't let her have the baby!"

I was shocked. Andrea seemed to be very against the idea of me having a child. I stared at Hendrix. I did not wait for him to speak. I reassured her, "Andrea, don't worry. The baby... I'll..." I suppressed the pain in my heart and said, "I'll get rid of the baby!"

"Arianna!" Hendrix was enraged. His black eyes were dyed in red.

"If you don't send her to the emergency ward now, she'll die. You'll suffer even more if she's gone!" I said as I tried my best to hold back the bitterness in my heart.

Hendrix pursed his lips and his dark eyes glanced at me before carrying Andrea out of the ward hurriedly.

In the empty ward, I stared at the bloodstains that were left behind by Andrea. It was glaring and cold.

My fever had subsided but I still needed to get an IV drip. However, I was not in the mood to stay in the hospital. I refused the IV drip and got discharged from the hospital.