My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2150

After Shirley cried and vented out all of her frustrations she became relaxed and less tense. When we returned to the hospital, she accepted our offer to clean herself up at the nearest hotel. She got herself a change of clothes and tidied up.

It was also time to get some food. Shirley had always been the only one to feed Daniel. Today however, she immediately handed me his food plate.

The process of sustaining a life was long and continuous. There was no need for any fancy reasons, just having a connection with each other was more than enough.

When it came to saving Irvin, Shirley and I were already on the same page.

As I pushed the door open, I spotted Irvin sitting on the edge of his bed with his back facing me. Shirley always said that he looked weak, so this was a good sign.

"You're awake. Have something to eat. Your housekeeper prepared your favorite dishes and brought them over."

I walked towards the bed as I said this. I brought the table closer and laid out the dishes on it. Even though all of the food was stored in containers, the aroma of food wafted out. It smelled delicious and appetizing.

Irvin however, just sat there, showing no interest in any of it.

My guess was that he had used up most of his energy just to get up from bed and no didn't have the strength to turn around. I walked over and helped him up.

However, as soon as my hands touched his, he shook them away. His cheeks were honey and droopy. He was clearly still mad about everything that happened earlier.

I sighed and looked at him patiently, treating him like a three-year-old child. "You wouldn't be so childish as to put your health at risk over this, are you?"

"Humph!" Irvin scoffed disdainfully. "You've a worse memory than I do. I'm the kind of person who would do anything to achieve my goals, aren't I?" That left me speechless. I realized that I had to change my approach and the topic of discussion. "Okay then, it's obvious you're determined and strong-willed. But your body is an asset to your perseverance. Eating will help your cause and provide you with nourishment. This will keep your 'asset' going for even longer, don't you think?"

This caused him to turn over aggressively and glare at me in anger. "You're trying to trick me!"

As he did this, he probably triggered

his chest pains. His eyebrows started to twitch. He blinked a few times, trying to keep the pain under control and pretend as though nothing had happened.

He wasn't able to hide any of this from me, of course.

As though he wanted to prove it to himself, he clenched his fists and said once more, "If I eat anything, then I would have compromised. I will continue with my protest. won't eat or drink. I will die of thirst and hunger. If you can't bear to see me like this, then leave. Nobody is stopping you."

There was nothing I could do about it.

Irvin was right. I could either turn a blind eye to this or prepare for the worst.

Patients knew that this was the most effective way of getting what they wanted.

No one was relenting and there was no point in staying here. So I chose to leave, momentarily.

"It's fine if you don't want to eat. I'll come back tomorrow. If you change your mind, just call me. It's already late, go to sleep if you're not hungry." After saying so, I silently and slowly left the room.

Shirley insisted on staying and

keeping watch of him overnight. All we could do was assist her in taking care of Daniel. It's very easy for a child like him to get sick if he stays in a hospital all day.

Before leaving, Hendrix once again instructed the doctors to monitor Irvin's situation and to provide him with additional supplements through his IV drop. He then took me and Daniel home.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

When we arrived home, the children had already fallen asleep except for Anne and Josiah, who were amongst piles of documents in the living room. "Mom, Dad! You're home." Anne had heard our footsteps. She dropped the tablet in her hands and stood up.