My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1717

I knew that Aaron and Hendrix were both sad.

Putting my hand on his back, I apologized sincerely, "Aaron, I was wrong. You can rest assured that I won't put myself in danger again in the future. This time, I am in the wrong. I'll accept any punishment you dish out."

Aaron probably did not expect that I would admit my mistakes. He swallowed the sarcastic words that he was ready to hurl at me and sighed helplessly. "How can I punish you? Since you have admitted your mistake, what kind of brother would I be if I still held this grudge against you?"

I laughed and said, "The luckiest thing in my life is having a good brother like you."

"Don't try to butter me up. If you do it again, I won't spare you so easily! You know, I have many ways to teach you a lesson!" Aaron pretended to be fierce and rolled his eyes at me.

But I was used to being the fierce one instead, so I didn't feel afraid of Aaron's threat. I raised my eyebrows and let this matter slide.

But when I recalled Sebastian's mysterious smile before I fainted, I did not feel at ease. So I asked Aaron for the truth, "Did the doctor ever examine me? Is there anything wrong with me?" "Did you finally remember that you gave birth not too long ago?" Aaron glared at me and patted me on the back of my hand to comfort me. "Don't worry. The doctor said it's not a big deal. But you better get some rest for a while."

I breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what he said, but I was still worried. I told him, "Why don't we let the doctor do a more detailed examination? I'll do a blood test and urine test. It's safer."

Aware of my abnormal requests, Aaron suddenly grasped my hand tightly. He asked with a serious expression, "What's going on?"

"It was Sebastian's men who took my child. Before I lost consciousness, they injected something into my legs. I don't know what it was," I told him.

I didn't care if saying this would make Aaron worried. I had to find out what Sebastian injected into me.

Aaron did not speak for several seconds. He gasped, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze over.

I felt even worse watching his expression than when I was tortured.

"Don't worry. Maybe it was nothing serious." I wanted to comfort him, but I had no confidence. My voice was so soft that it was barely a whisper.