My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1106

Realizing that he might be taking me away, I couldn't help clenching my fists tight and stabbing my palm with my nails to remain conscious.

Not long after, the elevator door opened again, and he carried me up directly. The road was bumpy all the way. I thought I would be thrown into a car, and then I would be brought into a tiny dark house, just like what had happened before, and then get interrogated in the end.

However, when a strong gust of cold air blew past, I sobered up a little bit from the chill.

Although the weather in September was cold, it was not freezing. It was at subzero degrees.

I suddenly realized that I was at the morgue!

Not only was the parking lot on the ground floor, but the morgue was too.

Moreover, we were at a hospital. No matter how low the temperature in the parking lot was, it was impossible for it to drop to below zero degrees.

Feeling the chill, I regained some of my consciousness. I opened my eyes and shivered a little. Around me, it was all white and cloudy. The bodies that had not been put into the morgue were placed on the morgue slabs, covered in white

cloth.

The man took me down from his shoulders, and then I heard the sound of ice cubes moving around.

A few seconds later, I felt that I was being put into a container, making me feel particularly cold.

After some creaking sounds, I was then pushed into a contained space.

The remaining senses I had allowed me to recognize that I was being put into a freezer used for dead bodies.

My survival instinct made me want to cry out for help. However, I could only raise my hand to touch the edge of the freezer. I had no strength to hit it or even make a little noise.

The fear of death began to spread throughout me. I knew that if no one came to save me, I would surely die. Perhaps, no one would even know about my death for a long time. However, who was it? Who hated me so much that they had to do such a thing to me?

I thought about all the people I knew, but was still unable to find an answer.

My body had already begun to show the most instinctive reactions. Under the freezing temperatures, it started trembling a little.

My blood circulation was beginning to slow down.

It was totally ridiculous.

I had never thought that I would die in such a way.

I had faced Andrea's schemes and threats, Valerie's cruelty. I had even escaped death in Myanway. All those horrific incidents had happened, yet I still hadn't died.

However, in the end, I would have to die in such an extremely simple and quiet way.

I couldn't even dream that such a thing would happen.

I still wanted to meet Anne. I haven't explained to her why I had suddenly left without saying goodbye, and I still hadn't given her a hug. I didn't tell her that no matter what happened to me, she had to continue living on and grow up happily.

I hadn't met Freya's child yet, nor had I personally called Pedro and Valerie 'Mom' and 'Dad'. I hadn't cooked them a meal, and I hadn't told them I didn't hate them.

I hadn't told Hendrix that I really loved him. I hadn't told him that I wanted to bear a child with him and that in fact, I was really looking forward to having a grand wedding.

I still had too many things I hadn't done yet. I didn't want to die yet, and I didn't want to freeze to death.

The cold was piercing into my bones. I could clearly hear my own rapid breathing and even the sizzling sound of the ice in the freezer.