My Sweetheart novel Chapter 660

Kathy wondered in a daze if she could escape Joseph completely. She was really tired and didn't want to bear the hatred he gave her.

After a long time, Kathy finally couldn't help but scream. The colic in the abdomen was accompanied by the heat flow out of the body, and finally, everything was gone.

Her eyes were filled with distress and guilt. This child was destined to be born, it was too innocent.

Tears poured down her cheeks, and her consciousness became more and more blurred. At the last moment, she only heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and she completely lost consciousness.

Her eyelids were heavy, she seemed to have heard the sound of an ambulance, and there was also a very noisy noise, and her left hand seemed to have been firmly held.

It was summer, and her hand was cold due to blood loss and pain, but the hand holding her was colder than her.

The chill in the man's palm was so tightly pressed against her skin, but the voice of the medical staff lingered in her ears. She did not hear the sound that had been carved into the bone marrow.

Was she dying...otherwise why she can feel the huge fear of the man next to her.

She seemed to have a very long dream. During the operation, before she woke up, she fell into a dream.

By the sea, two small figures stood facing each other.

"I heard that your family came to pick you up, will you leave?"

"Well, I will."

"So, you are not homeless?"

"But I don't want to go back, I don't like it there." The boy's voice was sullen.

The girl frowned and hugged him lightly, “You should be happy that you can go home."

"I want to stay here."

"Why? Isn't it because of me?" The girl smiled slyly, and just said it casually.

The boy's gaze dodged immediately, and he didn't speak any more.

But his handsome little face gradually became Joseph's face...

Suddenly she opened her eyes. Kathy never forgot that dream just now, it was so real.

She remembered that Joseph had told her that he had lived in an orphanage for some time when he was a child, and that age coincided with the age of the little boy.

It was him.

She slowly closed her eyes again, somewhat unwilling to believe this fact.

She was in despair.

At this moment, a nurse just opened the door and came in, "had you wake up?"

While the nurse bent down to check the drip on the back of her hand, she told her, "Your servant went out to buy things and will not come back until a while. Is there anything wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache? Are you thirsty?"

Kathy was stunned for a long time, then shook her head dumbly.

The hand under the quilt moved subconsciously, but it just stopped at the waist and didn't move anymore.

The nurse adjusted the speed of the drip. Seeing that her lips were very dry, she said, "I'll pour you a glass of warm water."

"Thank you."