My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 461

"What do I mean? What I mean is, that b*stard of a child in your belly deserved it. No one wanted it,

and it was a waste of space from the start. If you don't believe me, get the rest of your medicine

investigated. Do you think that Hendrix is protecting you now because he cares about you? He feels

guilty, and his conscience is weighing on him."

Seeing my ashen face, her laugh had only grown more hysteric. "Arianna, you deserved it, and so did

that child. He should have died, and he shouldn't have come to this world."

She had successfully opened the lid to the bad feelings and the maelstrom of negative emotions that I

had suppressed in my heart.

I raised my hand, but she stopped me. She sneered, "What? Still trying to hit me? Do you think I'm

stupid enough to let you hit me a second time?"

With a contemptuous smirk on my face, a layer of gloominess and strangeness in my eyes, I drilled my

gaze into her. Then I said, sotto voce, "No, I didn't mean to hit you. Hitting you would be too kind of an

act. Honestly, for someone like you, hitting you with my hand would be letting you off too easy."

As I said that, I approached her step by step. Looking at the fruit knife not far away, I sneered at her.

"At first, I thought that a person like you would at most be a small thorn in my side, but now it seems

that you're not just a pain in the a*s, but you also disgust me to no end. Since that's the case, you can

go to hell!"

I didn't give her a chance to refute. As soon as I said that, I swiftly snatched the fruit knife over and

stabbed at her without hesitation.

"Arianna!" The voice was not from the terrified Andrea, nor was it from Minnie, who was paralyzed on

the ground in fear. It was from Hendrix.

In that moment, I was stunned, and in my daze, the knife had already stabbed into Andrea's lower

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A warm current invaded my hand. A sound of something drip-drip-dripping hit the ground. It was

Andrea's blood.

She widened her eyes and looked at me with disbelief. She opened her mouth but couldn't form a

word.

Hendrix rushed in, pushed me away, and supported Andrea who was about to topple to the ground.

It was so coincidental that everything seemed to have been planned in advance. My urge to kill rose for

no reason while Hendrix had been prepared to come in unmistakably, undoubtedly witnessing me stab

Andrea.

The blood from Andrea's lower body had slowly pooled into a glaring red puddle, with the knife still

stuck in her lower abdomen.

Hendrix held her in his arms, his expression forbidding. He looked at Minnie, who had been scared into

a frenzy, and said in a deep voice, "Call the hospital immediately!"

My eyes were on them, my mind still a little scattered. No trace of any horrible feeling sank in; I only felt

that Andrea must die. As long as she did, my world would turn peaceful.

Hendrix lifted her up and shot a gloomy and cold gaze at me. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and no

emotion could be seen from him.

Our eyes met and it was as cold as the winter's night.

All of a sudden, I wanted to laugh, but I didn't seem to be able to. As he looked at me, my mouth

cracked into a faint smile. Spreading in my heart was not fear, but joy.

He looked at me. His handsome face was leaking icy mist, frigid to the extreme. He frowned and

seemed to be angry, reprimanding and apathetic.

As I held his line of sight, I felt as though there was a knife in my heart, stabbing into it bit by bit. With

each stab, the pain began to spread, knocking the breath out of me.

I took a breath and it hurt. Watching him carry Andrea out of the villa, my body gave out and I plopped

on the ground.

"Arianna!" Minnie exclaimed and held me up. She looked at me with distress and said, "Don't be afraid.

It's okay. It'll be fine!"

I shook my head. I wasn't worried about Andrea at all. I was only worried about Hendrix. Andrea was

right. No matter how much time had passed, as long as something happened to her, Hendrix's heart

would be filled with worry and distress. This was something that I couldn't even compare to.

He couldn't let her go, least of all give her up.

Looking at Minnie, I was choked with sobs as I pressed onto the sore spot on my chest - my heart.

"Minnie, it hurts so much here!" I cried.