My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 670

Looking at the mess in the kitchen, it was likely that she had put the glass bowl on the stovetop, causing it to shatter.

She had stopped sobbing. It was clear that she was scared as her body was trembling. She whimpered, "I just wanted to make you some eggs. My classmates said you won't be sick if you eat more eggs."

When I looked closely, I saw two eggs next to the stove. I could not quite process what had just happened. Everything felt unreal.

As I carried Anne onto my lap, I felt a sudden pang of heartache. For the past few days, I had been so preoccupied with the thoughts of Josiah coming over to see her, that I had been distracted and absent-minded most of the time. This was why she mistook me for feeling sick.

"Anne, I'm sorry. I..." Before I could continue talking, my heart wrenched in pain again and tears started pooling in my eyes.

Hendrix looked at us, his face painted with a mix of emotions. He walked towards us and wrapped his arms around us. He comforted us gently, "It's okay, everything's fine now. Whatever you do next time, safety first."

I pursed my lips, feeling sick in my stomach. I tried to hold back from vomiting, but my efforts were futile. I couldn't take it anymore and headed straight to the bathroom.

I puked everything up. When I left the bathroom, Hendrix and Anne were staring at me worriedly at the doorway.

"Mr. Roberts, is Mummy not feeling well?" Anne asked, her eyes red and swollen.

Hendrix remained tight-lipped, his handsome face seemed unforthcoming. After a long pause, he asked Anne to go to the courtyard to play with Snowball.

I wiped my hands and was about to explain myself when Hendrix cut me off.

"We're going to the hospital!" He took me by the arm and headed straight for the car porch.

I pushed him away instantly, feeling like I wasn't in the best state of mind. I frowned disapprovingly and asserted sotto voce, "I'm good. I think my digestive system just hasn't been working well lately, which explains my nausea."

His eyes were visibly bloodshot. Glowering at me, he asked, "How long have yo been experiencing this?"

How long?