My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1267

Her appearance at this moment was vastly different from the first time I saw her. The treatment and chemotherapy made this child look like a thin and bony skeleton. The bones in her small hands were jarringly obvious now. The child was asleep. I looked at her thin face and felt a slight pain in my heart.

I sat down beside the bed, wondering if I could ask Hendrix to find a good doctor or a hospital to treat Rita. After undergoing repeated chemotherapy like this, her hair was already gone.

Rita woke up at the moment I took out my phone and was about to send Hendrix a message. When she saw me, she was startled. She looked at me and said, 'Auntie."

I nodded and looked at her. Hence, I asked softly, "Did I wake you up?"

She shook her head, looked at me and asked softly, "Did my grandparents go out?"

"Yes," I answered. "Rita, do you want some water? I'll pour some for you," I asked.

She shook her head and said, "I'm not thirsty, Auntie!"

I smiled lightly and held her bony hand. I felt sad for her and asked, "Rita, are you hungry?"

She shook her head. Probably she had just woken up, so she did not want to talk. She looked at the ceiling with her eyes. It seemed that this action had been repeated countless times.

I wasn't a chatty person. I didn't know what to say at that point, so I could only stay by her side in silence.

After a while, Rita suddenly asked, "Auntie, am I dying?"

For a moment, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. It was so painful that I couldn't breathe. Holding back my tears, I shook my head and replied with a smile, "No, you will be cured. The doctor will cure your illness. When you are cured, you can go to the zoo with your grandparents to see the animals and go outside to see the blue sky and white clouds."

The little girl looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "Really?" she asked.

I tugged her gently and nodded with certainty. "Yes, it's true. Is there anything you've been longing to do? When you get out of the hospital, I will help you to achieve it, alright?" I spoke. She seemed to have hope. She nodded and said seriously, "I want to eat ice cream and cake. I haven't eaten them for a long time. Grandma said that I can only eat after I get better!"

I nodded, "Well, Rita, then you have to persevere with your treatment. After you get better, I will bring you out to eat ice cream and cake, okay?" "Alright!" she replied. All of a sudden, she seemed to remember something. She took out a palmsized notebook from behind the pillow, handed it to me and said, "Auntie, this is what Grandma asked me to give you. It's my mom's diary. Grandma said that you are a nice person and wanted me to thank you."

I held the notebook and was stunned for a second. Thus, I nodded and asked, "Your mom's diary?"

She nodded and said, "Yes. I don't know how to read. Grandma said that it could help you, but you have to keep it safe now and take a look only after you get home. Otherwise, someone will be after you." While speaking, the little girl gestured at me to put the diary in my bag. I did. After chatting with her for a while, Sonia's parents returned.

They looked at me and said, "Mrs. Roberts, thank you for your help these few days."

I shook my head slightly and said, "You're welcome. You don't have to worry about Rita's medical fees anymore. If any problems arise, I will find a way to deal with it."