My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 511

Ian carried Anne in his arms and coughed. He looked at me and said, "This is too harmful to you. Anne has already been on powdered milk for three months. Although her body is not as strong, she's not sick at all. I think she'll be fine. Why don't we just let this go?"

Looking at the medicine in my hand, I pressed my lips together and replied, "Anne is my child. If I can feed her with breast milk, why not? Anyway, I have to give it a try. You don't want her to get sick easily when she's older, right?"

He nodded. "That's true, but didn't the doctor say that it could be harmful to you? You haven't produced breast milk for four months, and it's troublesome to induce lactation now."

"Let's go!" I didn't say much else to him. I took Anne from his arms and got in the car.

He got in the driver's seat and looked like he wanted to say something but he just glanced out of the car. Then, he paused for a moment.

I looked in that direction and saw a woman dressed in a hospital uniform under the building of the inpatient department. A man dressed in a black suit was beside her. He was cold and stern as usual.

Obviously, that man was here to visit the woman and he went out on a walk with her.

Ian glimpsed at me and asked with knitted brows, "What's going on between you and Hendrix?"

I closed the car door and looked away from them. "We're on the fence of getting a divorce."

He furrowed his brows. "Is it because of his relationship with Andrea?"

I laid my eyes on him and raised my eyebrows. "What do you think?"

He started his car and didn't say much. He kept silent for a moment and advised me, "If you still care about him, you should have a talk with him. Getting a divorce is too impulsive."

I didn't say much. I peered at the hospital building again and saw that Hendrix had already brought Andrea into the inpatient department.

"Let's go! I need to get the medicine ready," I said emotionlessly.

After years of going through the same thing, I had become numb to this. I was no longer enraged about what used to bother me and now thought that it was just not something necessary to get emotional about.

"Come down, let's talk!" He said in a low voice.

"We'll talk next time, I don't want to move today," I responded. After all, we always quarrel. We might as well wait a few days for each of us to calm down.

"I'll come up then!" He replied.

I was speechless when I heard that.

"Wait a minute!" I felt helpless and immediately got up from bed. Then, I put my clothes on and went downstairs.

I was surprised that he knew this place. Ucrebury was not as col, so Hendrix only had a black sweater and a dark coat on. He was leaning against the car callously with a cigarette in his finger. The cigarette butt was still lit with sparks.

"What's the matter?" I said, sounding obviously annoyed at him. Perhaps this was the medicine's doing, but I couldn't help but feel irritable.