My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 462

She hugged me, helped me up, and set me down on the sofa.

The sound of a blaring alarm came from outside, so loud that its harsh sound echoed around the

originally quiet neighborhood.

With the sound of the alarm fading, Nerissa came in. She was in her nightgown, and her eyes fell on

my blood-covered hands.

Taking in a breath, she said in a reproachful tone, "An eye for an eye. No matter how much you

despise her, you didn't have to commit such an act so publicly. The Moore Family won't drop this so

easily."

I pursed my lips and slowly calmed down, not speaking a word.

It wasn't that Hendrix didn't love Andrea. After after, how could he let her go just like that after so many

years of companionship and care? He had concealed it so well by substituting his sense of

responsibility and guilt for his love for me. Hence, he shifted his kindness at Andrea towards me.

I took that kindness he had replicated as love. I never thought that in a critical moment like this, Hendrix

would still unconditionally stand by Andrea.

When Nerissa saw that I was silent, she knew that no matter what she said, I wouldn't be able to hear

her. She let out a light sigh, got herself changed, and left the room.

I stood there in a daze for a long time with Minnie by my side. When she saw me walking out, she

quickly stopped me and asked worriedly, "Arianna, where are you going?"

"To the hospital!"

She quickly stopped me. "Don't go. Mr. Roberts and the Moore family are probably in a fit of rage now.

It will only backfire if you go. Be good and stay at home. You can talk to them when everyone has

calmed down, okay?"

I sat on the sofa and buried my face in my palm. My heart and head were being tormented by the pain.

The villa became unusually quiet.

I was at a loss of what to do next.

After a long time, footsteps sounded, and with it, Minnie's voice. "Doctor Saunders, why aren't you in

the hospital?"

A huge shadow enveloped me, my annoyance peaking. I looked up and was met with Josiah's slender

body standing in front of me, cold and distant.

Staring at the bloodstains on my hands, I said icily, "If you're here to point fingers or to investigate, I'll

have to ask you to talk to a lawyer. I'm in a bad mood right now, and I can't guarantee that I won't do

anything to you when my mental state is in crumbles."

Josiah said nothing in response.

He looked at me, his gaze deep and helpless. After a while, he replied, "There are no knives around

now. What could you possibly do to me?"

I pursed my lips and was a little irked. I said nothing more.

He sat down next to me and Minnie poured him a cup of water. He took a sip, no words forthcoming.

When I trained my gaze at him, I couldn't help but frown. "Aren't you here to teach me a lesson?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Why should I teach you a lesson? It wasn't my woman who was stabbed."

I...

"So, you're here to laugh at me?"

He snorted and said with a hint of sneer, "Do I look like I'm that shallow?"

If it was neither of those, it meant that he was just here to watch the fun.

There were hurried footsteps coming from the yard. Without a doubt, it was Hendrix.

His hands were still stained with blood. His slender body entered the hall, and the gloominess on his Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

face indicated that he paid no mind to anyone at that moment.

He pursed his lips and said to me coldly, "We're going the hospital!"

"I'm not going!"

He lowered his voice, and I could feel that he was trying to keep his emotions in check. "We're going!"

Then, he started pulling me with him regardless of whether I was willing to leave or not.

He dragged me by the wrist to the yard and threw me into the car. Then, he started the car and drove

straight to the hospital.

Andrea had been sent to the emergency room. Hendrix grabbed my hand forcefully and squeezed at it

hard, perhaps due to his overwhelming fury.

My wrist was numb from the pain. I suppressed my anger and said, "Let go of me first. If she dies, I'll

pay it back with my own life. You don't have to hurt me in advance!"

Hearing my voice, he looked back at me and loosened his grip on my hand when he realized that he

was being too rough.

A large part of my wrist had been colored blue and purple. It was particularly eyecatching.

He frowned, perhaps he hadn't seen that coming. He retracted his black eyes and said, "Sorry, I..."

Through gritted teeth, I said, "It's fine, I won't die from pain!"

He frowned, the frost in his eyes especially intense. His thin lips were tightly pressed together,

indicating that he was holding back his anger. "Arianna, how could you do this? No matter how much

you hate her, she has already lost her child, and her mother has also been punished. You've... crossed

the line."