My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2088

I thought I was hallucinating, but when I turned around to look, both Wynn and Freya had the same puzzled expression on their faces.

I couldn't help but begin to doubt Amy and her husband's words.

Were they really in dovelie City, or were they at home, but they dared not face our sudden visit?

Just as we were thinking about this, it was as if the other side of the door had heard our voices and rang again.

"Clack! Clack! Clack!"

There was a slow and orderly pounding sound, as if something was hitting the ground.

Out of caution, Evan immediately approached the door and tried to find out what was going on inside. After a while, he looked at us with a serious expression and said, "Someone is here!"

Something must be wrong. Although Neal was suspicious, he had once saved Aurelia's life. At this point, we couldn't be bothered with too much and only wanted nothing bad to happen to him. I quickly ordered Evan to take action. "Kick the door open!"

After waiting for Freya and I to pull Aurelia and Wynn over to one side to make some space, Evan took a few steps back and slammed into the door.

"Bang..."

The impact caused the floor to vibrate, but the door did not budge.

Evan seemed to be hit by a heavy blow. He slammed himself right into the door before retreating as far as he could. After gathering his energy, he charged again.

"Bang..."

Evan fell into the room with the door and onto the shiny tiled floor.

He was indeed Hendrix's right-hand man. He never made a sound after such a large impact, but instead stood up quickly as if breaking into a solid door was no big deal. He nudged the door to the side to allow easier access for us.

As soon as we stepped in, the sound of "clickclack" rang again in the open kitchen on the left side of the room.

Evan hurried to follow the source of the noise and went behind the kitchen counter.

He squatted down the next second and when he got up again, Neal was barely alive in his arms.

As his upper body was unclothed,

the thin figure of the child could be seen at a glance. But what was more shocking was not his indented figure, but the bloody wounds on his tiny body. It had only been a week, but he seemed to have been suffering for a long period of time. He looked like he could stop breathing at any second. Content

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The red scars around his wrists explained the bloodstained nylon rope. The scene was absolutely brutal to watch.

His legs were dealt a similar hand Although he had managed to cut off the rope earlier on, the deep wounds on his ankles could not hide the fact that his legs were tied up too.

"Water..." He said, drifting in and out of consciousness, his voice softer than a mosquito.

Evan quickly rested him on the sofa and untied the rope on his hand. Out of guilt, I took the chance to pour him a glass of water.

"Neal! Neal! Don't die!" Aurelia cried at the sofa when she recognized him. Tears covered her face in a matter of seconds.

"Aurelia, listen to me. Neal will be

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fine. Be good, don't cry..." Evan put her down and called the doctor. I pulled Neal over so that he could lean in my arms and tried to feed

him water with my other hand. I was too occupied to calm Aurelia down.

Freya could not bear to watch any longer and helplessly sighed. She grabbed Aurelia by her shoulders and pulled her little body to face her, forcing her to look into her eyes. 'Aurelia, I'm only saying this once. Listen carefully, the louder you cry, the more pain Neal will feel. If you want him to die of pain, then cry. Cry as hard as you want!"