My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 382

However, for Andrea, this was the best cure. She continued pulling at him with tears flowing out of the

corner of her eyes as she said, "Hendrix, I don't want anything else. I was wrong before, please stop

being mad at me. As long as you still want to see me, I couldn't care less about anything else. I'll do as

Casper said, and if you get married, then your wife would become my sister. I'd definitely think of and

treat Arianna as my own sister."

She said through her tears, "I used to be stubborn and unreasonable, but Hendrix, I'll change and I'll be

good from now on."

Hendrix frowned. After all, she was someone whom he had devoted his time and energy to for many

years. It was impossible for him to stop caring about her so easily.

He looked at me and didn't say anything, but I knew what he meant.

After a pause, I said, "Stay with her. I'll go see the doctorthen."

He pursed his lips. "I'll catch up with you in a bit?" "That's alright, she needs you more." Even if he This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

followed me, he would still be worried about her. Why should I torture myself like this?

Seeing this, Andrea said cheerfully, "Arianna, are you still angry at me? I apologize on my mother's

behalf. I really didn't know the whole story. If I had known, I would have stopped her."

As she said this, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her eyes filled with tears.

Her kneeling made everyone peer over.

Valerie, who had been silent all this while, tried to help her up, but she couldn't do it. In the end, she

knelt down as well and said sorrowfully, "Arianna, it's all my fault. Andrea doesn't know anything about

what happened that night. It was all on me. Now that you made her lose her child the same way you

lost yours, the hatred in your heart must have been eased!"

I frowned, watching her put on an awardwinning performance for the soap opera she called her life.

"Everyone makes mistakes. Please ease up on them."

"Exactly! Besides, she is still sick. Don't make it hard for her."

As the murmurs around us grew louder and louder, I knew that the longer I stood here, the more

heartless and unreasonable I would look to these people.

Looking at the kneeling duo, I found myself at such a loss for words. "If you both are sincerely asking

for forgiveness, I suggest that you head to the cemetery and pay my child a visit - my child whose

death is on your hands. Andrea, how am I related to your child's death? Did I somehow kill it? You

know exactly what you did, so you were worried that once you give birth to your child, Nerissa would

run a DNA test in which if the result shows that the child is not Hendrix's, then that's the end of the road

for you. You're just trying to use me as a scapegoat, blaming me for your child's death when in truth,

you were just too selfish to give birth to it."

"If I really was capable of doing that to you and your child, then when I was taken away, I would've

been able to save my own child from dying in your hands. Not every mistake can be forgiven through

shamelessly kneeling and begging for forgiveness."

After I said my piece, I took a few steps back, went straight into the elevator, and headed downstairs.

Hendrix then followed me into the car.

I sneered. "Mr. Roberts, don't you want to keep her company?"

He sat in the driver's seat, tugged my chin, and kissed me hard on the lips.

He asked, "Arianna, must you hurt others like this?"

Pushing him away, I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your darling. I will make sure to keep myself

in check in the future."

Struggling to keep my anger at bay, I said, "Hendrix, you don't have to humiliate me like this. If you

sympathize with Andrea and would like to seek justice for her, you are free to send a few slaps my way.

At least you can relieve your anger that way and I'd also feel at ease."