novelraw Chapter 442: We will have many more children...
Chapter 442: We will have many more children...
Ariel Morris’s fingers moved slightly again.The gleam in Arlo Seys and Jorge Saxton’s eyes was filled with joy as they stared intently at the pale face of Ariel Morris on the hospital bed.
"Ariel, don’t oversleep. I’ve been sitting here waiting for you all night. Just open your eyes and look at me—just one glance is enough. Just listen to me, okay?" Arlo Seys gently caressed Ariel Morris’s face, his voice hoarse.
Ariel Morris felt as if she was walking in a dark place, just walking aimlessly, feeling a great sense of panic and helplessness. There was nothing but endless darkness.
A deep voice kept echoing, speaking continuously, and she followed the direction of the voice, walking step by step, and gradually her vision brightened. That voice was like a guiding light in the darkness, leading her out.
Her eyelids were heavy, and Ariel Morris used all her strength to slightly open her eyes. When her vision was still blurry, she was suddenly pulled into an embrace.
Arlo Seys, who had been watching for signs from Ariel Morris, was so overjoyed when he saw her eyes slightly open that he reached out to hold Ariel Morris’s head, pulling her into his embrace.
A familiar scent hit her senses, and Ariel Morris’s throat was very dry and hoarse. She wanted to call out, but couldn’t utter a single sound, so she quietly let those hands hold her head.
She leaned powerlessly into that warm embrace she so craved.
A hoarse voice came from above her head, filled with joy and a choke of emotion, "Ariel, thank you for not giving up, for finally returning to my side."
The voice that had guided her out of the darkness belonged to Arlo. It was he who had been talking to her, waking her up.
Thinking of this, Ariel Morris felt her nose and eyes sting, bit her lip, cleared her throat, and softly called, "Arlo..."
Almost fearing he would never hear that call again, Arlo Seys trembled violently with fear. He hugged Ariel Morris even tighter to his chest, terrified that yesterday’s events might repeat.
The feeling of panic and exhaustion was something he never wanted to experience again.
Ariel Morris bit her lip. Before she could even speak, her tears flowed first. "Arlo... the baby..."
Flashes of the scene of her falling from the stairs and getting injured came to her mind. So much blood—was her baby still there?
The hand cradling her head trembled noticeably, and Ariel Morris’s heart also quaked fiercely, a strong sense of sorrow rising, laced with pain.
Arlo Seys gently patted Ariel Morris’s head, offering comfort as he spoke gravely, "Ariel— as long as you’re okay, in the future—we will have many, many children..."
As those words fell, the person in his arms shook violently, burying her head in his chest, her body shaking like a sieve.
"Ariel," Arlo Seys’ eyes reddened, his voice choked with emotion, "Don’t be sad. You just woke up. You need to take care of your body, take care of yourself. I believe soon the baby will return to us, Ariel. Don’t make me worry about you."
Ariel Morris lay against Arlo Seys’s chest, trying her best to hold back her tears, which flowed relentlessly as her shoulders jerked, her fragile body evoking deep sympathy.
The silent Jorge Saxton’s eyes were filled with empathy. Seeing her trembling body, he softly advised, "Let yourself cry freely. Don’t hold it in until the tears rain without a sound—it’s more harmful to the body that way."
With Jorge Saxton’s words, the restraint Ariel Morris had been holding in Arlo Seys’s arms crumbled as she finally cried out, gradually raising her voice until she was loudly sobbing unrestrictedly...