That's right. In the world of children, no matter what kind of parents they had, they would always be family. No one could break the bond between a child and his or her parents.
Just as I was about to get in the car after leaving the mall, I heard someone calling me.
I looked back and saw that it was Wendy. I was a little taken aback because I forgot that she had also returned to Asherton. She trotted toward me and asked, "Did you come here to buy something?"
I nodded, and saw her carrying something in her hand.
She froze for a moment when she noticed Abby. Then she looked at me with a peculiar expression and asked, "Have you contacted Sebastian? Did he give you the information?"
I was surprised that she could deduce so much just with a single glance of the child. Puzzled, I stared at her blankly and asked, "How did you..."
Her eyes fell on Abby. Her face was a little pale as she looked at me and said, "I had a heart transplant surgery, which caused my depression. This heart is not mine, but also of an innocent
child."
She was panting while saying these words. Seeing that her forehead was covered in sweat and that her face was twisted in a pained grimace, I quickly leaned forward to support her. She held onto me tightly and said, "Don't repeat my mistake. Otherwise, I won't be the only person in pain."
I immediately called the ambulance. As I was worried that something might happen to her, I asked someone to help her into my car and drove her to the hospital.
After I frantically sent her to the emergency room, Pedro's phone call came. I picked up the phone, and before I could speak, his voice came from the other end of the line, "Arianna, where are you? Anne had an abnormal reaction right after we got off the plane. We are sending her to the hospital now. You should bring that child here quickly. I have already contacted the hospital and asked them to prepare a physical examination for that child as soon as possible."
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