My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 670

Looking at the mess in the kitchen, it was likely that she had put the glass bowl on the stovetop, causing it to shatter.

She had stopped sobbing. It was clear that she was scared as her body was trembling. She whimpered, "I just wanted to make you some eggs. My classmates said you won't be sick if you eat more eggs."

When I looked closely, I saw two eggs next to the stove. I could not quite process what had just happened. Everything felt unreal.

As I carried Anne onto my lap, I felt a sudden pang of heartache. For the past few days, I had been so preoccupied with the thoughts of Josiah coming over to see her, that I had been distracted and absent-minded most of the time. This was why she mistook me for feeling sick.

"Anne, I'm sorry. I..." Before I could continue talking, my heart wrenched in pain again and tears started pooling in my eyes.

Hendrix looked at us, his face painted with a mix of emotions. He walked towards us and wrapped his arms around us. He comforted us gently, "It's okay, everything's fine now. Whatever you do next time, safety first."

I pursed my lips, feeling sick in my stomach. I tried to hold back from vomiting, but my efforts were futile. I couldn't take it anymore and headed straight to the bathroom.

I puked everything up. When I left the bathroom, Hendrix and Anne were staring at me worriedly at the doorway.

"Mr. Roberts, is Mummy not feeling well?" Anne asked, her eyes red and swollen.

Hendrix remained tight-lipped, his handsome face seemed unforthcoming. After a long pause, he asked Anne to go to the courtyard to play with Snowball.

I wiped my hands and was about to explain myself when Hendrix cut me off.

"We're going to the hospital!" He took me by the arm and headed straight for the car porch.

I pushed him away instantly, feeling like I wasn't in the best state of mind. I frowned disapprovingly and asserted sotto voce, "I'm good. I think my digestive system just hasn't been working well lately, which explains my nausea."

His eyes were visibly bloodshot. Glowering at me, he asked, "How long have yo been experiencing this?"

How long?

As Evan walked in, he saw us getting entangled in an argument impasse. Hendrix looked at him and asked, "Can you call the deputy director of Topcare Hospital? Ask him if we can come over now for a medical check-up."

Evan nodded. Sensing something was amiss between Hendrix and I, he quickly excused himself to make the call.

I was losing control of my emotions. I refused to go to the hospital. Hence, I seized Evan's phone the moment I saw him taking it out of his pocket.

I screamed, "I told you I'm not going to the hospital. I don't want to go. What are you guys trying to do?"

I looked at Hendrix and my voice shook as I spoke, "Hendrix, just give it to me straight if you want to send Anne off. I'll take her with me and go somewhere far away so that she won't be such an eyesore to you. Why are you letting Josiah see her everyday? She's my daughter. I raised her and watched her grow from a little baby to who she is today. Why should I give her away to someone else? Over my godd*mn dead body."

My emotions were all over the place and I felt like I was bordering hysteria.

I stared at Hendrix as he stared right back at me. In his eyes were a mix of astonishment, sorrow and affection. | fᵣₒwₙₑc| | could no longer interpret the rest of what he was feeling.