My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2090

Hearing this, Amy hurriedly moved away from Neal. She wiped her tears and stood aside. "What are you talking about? Is it my fault to care for my child as a parent?"

"I didn't say that," Freya said as she crossed her arms and tapped her fingers repeatedly. She said intelligently, "If you're not guilty, why do you feel the need to reply to me?"

Nobody was better at pissing others off than Freya was. Coupled with the fearless expression on her face, Amy almost choked on her own speechlessness.

Seeing that things were not going well, Marcello rushed forward and pulled his wife back so that the medical staff could finally get Neal into the ambulance.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The ambulance pulled away, and the atmosphere was still awkward. We didn't waste too much time at the door and quickly got in our respective cars and went to the hospital.

Neal fell asleep after the nurse applied some medicine on him. Aurelia was afraid that she would not be able to see him again after she left, so she refused to leave which meant that we had no choice but to stay in the ward with them.

The Hillers was likely putting up an act to pester the attending doctor to inquire about Neal's treatment plan in detail. They really made it seem like they sincerely cared about Neal.

Neal woke up when the sun descended into the mountains. Aurelia kept him company as she helped him eat some porridge. Finally, the color returned to his face.

"Madam..." He opened his mouth as he struggled to speak, "You can take Miss Aurelia back first. I'm alright here alone."

"I don't want to go back. I want to stay here with Neal!"

Before I could say anything, Aurelia had already voiced up what she wanted to do. With her cheeks puffed out, she turned her back around and started sulking.

I hadn't even done anything, and I had already become her "enemy".

At such a young age, I, as a mother, had already experienced betrayal by my own daughter. What should I do when she grew up?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help sighing. Hendrix suddenly appeared at the door and walked in with a calm face.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"You took my things when you went out." While speaking, Hendrix's long legs came to a stop beside the hospital bed.

I was puzzled. "What did I take?"

For the sake of convenience, I only brought a small bag that could hold my phone and credit card.

"My soul," Hendrix spoke seriously. "You've been out for so long that I feel extremely weak at this moment."

I rolled my eyes at him. Even if he was joking, he had to read the room.

Hendrix seemed to have understood me. He shifted gaze and noticed Aurelia, who hadn't said a word.

"Aurelia, Daddy is here. Didn't you hear me?" Hendrix pretended to be stern.

"I heard

don't," Aurelia replied coldly,

voice laced with much anger. "But don't want to talk to you. You

liar, and so is Mom!"

"Nonsense Hendrix blurted out, his voice raised. In a flash, he realized that he had lost his composure. He immediately regulated his tone and said patiently, "What did we lie to you about?"

Anne

"You asked Anne to comfort me, saying that Neal was living a very good life with his parents. He didn't He suffered so much and even got hurt! You must have wanted to leave Neaf behind like how you left me behind! You big liars!"

She began to wipe her tears off her face as she spoke. She sobbed softly, distressing yet amusing me at the same time.

How could an unknown child be compared to her, our blood-related child?