My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 306

I was on the verge of breaking down. So, I pushed Nerissa's hand away and rushed towards the main

gate of the neighborhood without a word.

Shocked, Nerissa called me and wanted to chase after me, but Irvin held her back. He bellowed,

"Enough! Hasn't you done her enough harm? The baby suffocated to death two months ago! On the

night Hendrix and Andrea got engaged. Where were you back then? Where was he when Arianna was

trapped in the warehouse, struggling to give birth? The child is dead, and a part of Arianna died with

him. She has turned over a new leaf now, and she has nothing to do with Roberts."

I stopped walking. Standing still in a daze, I stared at Hendrix. He was standing not far away from me,

looking at me with bloodshot eyes, his agony visible in the dim night.

Irvin's angry voice roared from behind me, "Go back and tell Hendrix to stay away from her. Or I don't

mind teaching him a lesson every time I see him."

Hendrix started to move, walking towards me while his eyes locked on mine. I couldn't escape. My

muscles were tensed, and my heart felt like it was torn apart. I began trembling.

"What happened to our child?" Hendrix asked, keeping his voice extremely low with emotions beyond

description.

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Irvin came up to me, and he saw Hendrix too. His anger rose, evident on his face, "The child has died.

He suffocated to death because he couldn't come out of her body. Hendrix, are you satisfied now?"

"Shut up!" Hendrix growled. He was furious, but he tried to suppress his anger. Looking at me with his

bloodshot eyes, he asked, stressing every word, "Arianna, I want you to tell me. What happened to our

child?"

I wanted to answer him, but the pain I felt stopped me from saying even a word. I could only stare at

him.

After a long time, I took a deep breath and replied to him, "He's dead." And it killed me to say these two

words.

Hendrix's slender figure stumbled a step backward, seemingly unable to stand steadily. He looked at

me, the lights were reflecting off his dark eyes.

And then, it hit me. Hendrix cried.

He used to tell me that we shouldn't always cry. There was nothing to cry about over only a cut or an

injury.

Unless we were truly affected by emotions, then only we could cry.

I had been crying a lot for the past two months, so I wanted to bottle up my feelings that day. However,

it wasn't a pleasant experience. My head started to spin. Realizing that something was amiss, I

reached out to grab hold of Irvin and whispered, "Take me home."

Noticing my unusual behavior, Irvin's eyes darkened. He hurriedly carried me into the building.

After returning to the apartment, he put me on the bed and gave me a tablet. He tucked me in and

comforted me, "You know, they aren't blaming you. They just didn't know what you have gone through.

Don't think about it too much."

I didn't answer him, letting my tears roll down uncontrollably.

Life was full of hardships.

Irvin stayed by my side as I cried. I didn't know how long had passed, but I couldn't fall asleep. At two in

the late night, someone called Irvin to tell him that Yohannes had a medical emergency, and he was

sent to the emergency room.

Irvin had to go, but he was worried about me. So, before he left, he placed a cell phone beside my

pillow and said, "Try to have a good night's rest. Call me if you need anything. Also, I saved Monique

and Ian's phone numbers in it. If you really can't sleep, you should call Ian and talk to him."

I nodded and gave him a faint smile, "I'll take care of myself. You go ahead and drive safely."

He nodded and left the house in a hurry.

It was normal for me to have insomnia in the past few months, but I could sleep by relying on drugs.

However, consuming the drug too much was not good for my health.

Irvin was worried that I would be dependent on them if I had taken the antidepressants so frequently.

So, he would only let me take it when I had a meltdown.