My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 672

Feeling my stomach churning, I didn't wait for the doctor's next question. I just immediately rushed to the washroom.

There was really nothing left for me to vomit, so I started throwing up blood.

I was stupefied when I saw a streak of red. How could there be blood?

The doctor's questions stopped. There was a glint of worry in his eyes as he asked me to take a stroll outside.

Hendrix tugged on my arm and instructed me several times, "Don't simply run about. Wait for me downstairs or in the corridor. Don't go too far."

I nodded and mustered a smile, a little forcefully.

He tightened his grip on me and said to the doctor, "How about this, I'll come by some other day for further discussion with you. Let's stop here today!"

The doctor glanced at me and nodded. He let out a slight sigh and said nothing more.

After we got back into the car, I looked towards Hendrix's pale face and asked, "Is it very serious?"

He smiled faintly and fixed his deep gaze onto me.

As his slender fingers caressed my face, he said gently, "No. Don't think too much of it, it's probably due to gastrointestinal problems. Let's get Evan to bring some medicine over later."

After hearing his words of comfort, I stared at him and fell silent.

It seemed that the person on the other end was trying to persuade him into doing something. He remained silent for a while then continued in a low voice, trying his best to make himself sound calmer.

"I won't let her go for psychotherapy. She can't handle exposing her own pain in front of others, and I can't let her suffer like that. I've waited for four years, and while I waited I felt lost and anxious. When I saw her at Hovell, she had concealed all her darkness but was suffering deep inside. Anne's her only reason to live. I know what she's worried about; as long as it makes her feel better, I'm willing to do anything."

I got up and walked towards the balcony. It seemed to be Ian's voice from the other end of the phone.

Ian sounded anxious as he said, "Yes, Hendrix, you can do anything, but have you considered the feelings of those who love her and want to protect her? You know very well that there's no way to cure depression. She had placed all her attention and energy into taking care of Anne during her four years in Hovell. But when faced with the slightest possibility that Anne will leave, her condition deteriorates to this state. Have you ever thought of what to do when Anne grows up and leaves? Are you going to let her lose her mind completely?"

The silence in the room was extremely suffocating. Hendrix started trembling slightly, and after a long while, he said in a tearful voice, "I'll always be with her."

It seemed that Ian wasn't able to convince Hendrix. In a defeated voice, he said, "Hendrix, you're not helping her like this; you're destroying her."