My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2132

At this moment, the look of enjoyment and exhaustion on Shirley's face made me realize that she and Irvin were the same kind of person.

She enjoyed spending time with him, ever since she started falling for him until she got together with him. At this moment, she was still happy to be with him, even though he was in a vegetative state.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Irvin must have had the same thoughts as Shirley when I was in a coma. It was just as she said. She was lucky to have met him by chance of fate. It didn't matter if they would fall in love or would be able to communicate.

After all, God showed them little sympathy. There were not many changes in their situation, where one remained in perpetual sleep and the other awake. They couldn't beg or pray for a miracle to happen.

I learned how painful it was to be in a one-sided relationship from my years of marriage to Hendrix. The kind of sadness was so overwhelmingly strong that it could destroy someone. I had no right to give Shirley advice; I could only keep her company through this.

The bond between a mother and son was mighty. When the frail boy noticed the shift in his mother's mood, he stepped forward and pulled at the hem of her clothes. He looked up and asked in a hoarse voice, "Mom, did you cry again?"

Only in front of a child would a woman would subconsciously restrain from revealing her weakness.

After taking a deep breath to calm down, she turned around and managed to smile. "I'm fine."

After a pause, she pulled the child in front of her. With that, the mother and son duo were both in front of me.

"Arianna."

Her tone was so formal that I didn't react until two seconds later. I nodded solemnly to show that I was listening. "Yes."

"You already know about Irvin's

condition," Shirley said lightly with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "Although he didn't mention it, you and I both know that the person kvin wishes to see the most is you. hope that you take care of him for these few days. The medication can extend his life, but he needs someone to give him faith and will to survive, and you can be that person to him. Will you help him?"

Before I could say anything, I nodded. "I..."

"No, she can't."

A sharp male voice pierced through the silence. Following the direction of the sound, I looked sideways and saw Hendrix standing at the emergency exit with a grim face. His presence was cold and hostile.

Men and women both found it hard to remain rational when facing their romance rival, especially Hendrix, who was vindictive. Even when it was a life and death matter, he spared no sympathy.

I was worried that Hendrix would

make a big deal out of this, so I

quickly stepped forward and tried to calm him down. Since we were at a hospital and Irvin was ill, I told him we would talk about it when we got back home.

Hendrix looked down at me and his expression softened. Then, he put his hand on my shoulder, and his eyes fell on Shirley.

"Irvin's woman is shameful, just like he is. You two are a perfect match. It's his fault for not paying you any attention."

On one end, it sounded like he was being considerate towards Shirley, but he was belittling her in every way.

Hendrix didn't like being taken as mean unless his line had been crossed. Once he was triggered, there was no such thing as courtesy.

"Be polite," I reminded him in a low voice. I could not bear to see Shirley dragged into Irvin and Hendrix's conflict.

"Am I not?" Hendrix didn't even blink

as he stared at Shirley's face. "You're smart. You knew that I wouldn't agree to let Arianna go with you, so you called her alone to the door and persuaded her to come here by reason. Are you taking advantage of her soft heart?"