Say You Will Be Mine

Chapter 19 Are You really Going to Push Me like This?

Samuel had his hands clenched into fists behind him, his whole body shaking slightly.

His handsome face was cold as frost.

“Are you really going to push me like that?” He said, expressionlessly.

Matilda looked over with the same indifference and repeated, “I want Aaron to take care of me.”

Her tone was calm, but Samuel heard determination inside.

She was determined to die if he did not agree.

Silence fell again in the ward.

It was only when Matilda thought that he would have her tied up and warned her not to mention Aaron

again that the man standing at the door of the ward moved.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. His face looked tired, as if he was finally getting tired of this

confrontation, and he spoke with his low, husky voice echoing through the room.

“I can promise you Aaron will come and take care of you until you have the child, but you must swear

that you will never see the child. Get away from me and don't let us see you again.”

At this point, he paused for a moment, looked deeply at the pale woman in front of him, and his

emotions flooded in, “Matilda, do you still want it?”

Her heart gave a sharp jump, and then fell slowly down.

She would no live to see that anyway

She said softly, turning her head.

“Ok.”

On the day Aaron arrived, it was drizzling. Matilda was pushing Samuel's hand to embrace her. She got

out of the car step by step holding her belly. And then a man in black came to support her.

She lifted her head slightly, and the soft face she remembered appeared before her.

Aaron smiled at her with a palpable distressed face. “I'm sorry I'm late.”

Matilda shook her head and let him help her into the house.

“Mommy!”

Rebecca rushed over, excitedly calling for mommy.

After discovering Aaron by Matilda's side, her small face was full of joy. However, when she saw

Samuel with dark face behind, she shrank her neck consciously and pulled Aaron's sleeve faintly.

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She remembered that Samuel wanted to throw her into the water and tugged at Aaron's sleeve

nervously.

Aaron held Matilda with one hand and Rebecca’s small hands walk into the door with the other.

Make himself at home.

There seemed to be something in Samuel's throat. Standing at the door, looking at the harmonious

scene inside the door, he suddenly felt that he was the redundant one.

He held tense jealousy in heart. He slammed the door behind him, as if to let off steam all the rage he

was about to unleash.

At this point, Aaron lived in Samuel's home. They were both embarrassed.

Seeing that the date of the birth was approaching day by day, Matilda's condition was getting worse

and worse. She often fainted for no reason. Fortunately, Samuel didn't come back this time, otherwise

her illness could not be hidden.

After she fainted again and woke up, Aaron's worried eyes appeared in front of her.

He took her by the hand to take her to the hospital.

She was reluctant. She laughed bitterly and said, “What's the use? There is no cure for it, so why I

suffer this again?”

Aaron's heart had pain. He squatted down, let his sight be parallel with the sitting Matilda. He said

seriously, “Matilda, have you ever think about the future?”

Matilda pulled her hand back. Her eyes brightened for a moment, and then darkened again. “I have no

future. I'd just like God to give me the child.”

She gently stroked the belly, look spoil but also helpless.

There was too much on her mind, but she had no time.

“Aaron, I have not asked you for anything. This is the first time, can you promise me, after I die, to help

me take care of Rebecca --”

“You mustn't say that word!” Aaron gently covered her lips, looking gloomy.

Matilda smiled and took Aaron's hand as if she didn't see the huge panic in his eyes. “I don’t have so

much time left in life. You deserve better girls to love you.”

Aaron threw off her hand, said with an angry tone, “What better girl. You know I just want you to be

good, to live well!” Be happy in this world, even if you didn't belong to me.

Matilda looked at him, not refuting. The sadness in her eyes made Aaron's heart faintly aching.

After a while, Aaron stopped walking around the room, crouched down and stared into her eyes. “I

have an uncle who is a doctor in the U.S. His medical team is very advanced. Let's go and see if he

can help.”

Matilda shook her head. Her pale face made her look as if she would be gone in the wind next minute.

“No, I know my body. I don't even know if the child in my belly can be born --”

Before she finished speaking, Aaron scratched his hair and suddenly stood up and walked toward the

door.

“I'm going to talk to Samuel.”

It was late at night and Samuel had not come home.

Since Aaron came to live at home, Samuel rarely came back, and even when he did come back, he

only met her in a hurry, even without talking to her.

This feeling had become such deformity.

Aaron eventually found Samuel in a bar.

He seemed to be in good mood. He had a hot girl in his left arm, and was playing with a group of

people, shouting so loudly that the ceiling of the box was almost lifted up.

Aaron frowned as he entered the box, where the smell of alcohol and tobacco mixed with the smell of

cosmetics and perfumes, making him sniffle uncomfortably.

There was silence in the box the moment he came in.

“Go on!” Samuel patted the dice box toward the table and shouted with lofty aspirations.

When he had finished, he found that the whole box was quiet, and a very distinct voice came from the

door.

“Have you had enough?”

He squinted and looked up at the door, where Aaron was standing, looking impatient.

He grinned, tossed the die box on the table, and a clever girl came up to light his cigarette.

He took a puff of smoke, squinted at Aaron who had been standing in the doorway, and said, “Why

don't you go back to take care of the pregnant woman? What are you doing here? Help your mistress

to catch her husband?”