My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 671

I turned to look at Evan, his gaze also seemed different from usual. They were now filled with sympathy and pain.

What was wrong with me?

I was trapped in my own emotions and couldn't calm down at all. With whatever consciousness I had left, I curled myself up onto the ground and put my arms around my head tightly, as I pulled at my hair.

I was not sick, I really was not sick!

An hour passed before I finally regained awareness. Hendrix stayed by my side the whole time. I looked around in search of Anne, but she was nowhere to be found.

Tugging at Hendrix, I asked, "Did Josiah take Anne 911

He embraced me as he shook his head, his gaze gentle as he answered, "No, she's asleep in her room."

He hugged me tightly in his arms. In a deep voice, he said, "Josiah won't take her away. She will forever be our daughter, and will forever stay by our side. Don't worry, she won't go anywhere."

Listening to his promise, I calmed down and laid in his arms, listening to his heart beat. A long silence ensued.

He patted me on the back as if to comfort me. "I'm sorry. I've been too busy lately and have neglected you. It's my fault for not taking good care of you."

I shook my head and pursed my lips, reluctant to say anything.

After a sigh, he spoke in a solemn voice, as if to negotiate with me. "Arianna, let's make a trip to the hospital tomorrow, okay?"

My body stiffened subconsciously. He felt it and instantly held me tighter.

"Don't worry. We're only going for a quick look," he said in a comforting voice.

I pursed my lips and finally nodded after a long time.

Going to the hospital would mean that I had really fallen ill. After four years, I thought that I had already healed on my own, that I had let go of everything and recovered. But, alas, I didn't.

I nodded, but in such a narrow space, I couldn't help but feel suffocated.

About ten minutes later, an elderly person in his sixties, dressed in a white coat, entered.

He glanced at Hendrix and nodded at him with a faint smile. After greeting him, he turned to look at me.

He then looked back towards Hendrix. All he had was one question. "Is Hendrix staying?"

Hendrix nodded.

The doctor pursed his lips and raised his brows, but did not say anything else.

After taking a look at the data in his hands, he turned his gaze to me. "How's your sleep quality recently?"

I replied, "It's alright!" I was already feeling slightly agitated. I didn't like being in this narrow space, chatting with someone as though I was being interrogated.