Without any hesitation, I stood up and snatched the child from Freya's arms. I ran frantically upstairs, locked the door, and hid in the bedroom with the child in my arms.
Outside the door came the sound of knocking on the door. I could hear the concern in their voices, "Arianna, open the door, what's wrong with you..."
The world in front of me was spinning, the noises sounded as though they were the spirits from hell, fighting to take away my child.
I hid in the closet and huddled up with the child in my arms, not daring to make any sound. I whispered, "Don't take my daughter away. No one can take my daughter away..."
After some time, I heard the child crying and the wardrobe was unlocked from the outside.
The light of the sun pierced my eyes, and I subconsciously hugged the child tighter.
"Arianna, I'm back."
The man's familiar and attractive voice immediately pulled me back to my senses.
I slowly turned my head and saw a face that I hadn't seen for a long time. I was lost in thought for a moment.
We looked at each other, but we chose to be silent.
After a long time, Hendrix finally took the lead in breaking the silence.
"Arianna, The child must be hungry. Come out first, let's feed her." He held out his hand to me. He slowly approached me and the child, his expression ever so gentle.
I looked at his angular features getting closer and closer. It felt as though it was a dream. My whole body was light and my brain was blank.
Only when his cold touch touched the back of my hand did I suddenly wake up. Upon recognizing Hendrix, I screamed in horror, "Get out! Don't touch my child!"
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