My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2243

I stood there and didn't know where to go.

The sound of high heels walking on the floor could be heard in the hallway. Freya rushed over with small steps. She looked at the operating room with its door wide open and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Are you all right?"

I couldn't help but hold her and cry out. "Aaron's right hand is broken and it will never recover! It's all my fault!"

Perhaps people would only realize how useless they were when they saw their loved ones and humiliated.

Aside from feelings, what made people helpless was the natural cycle of life. I couldn't give him feelings, yet he lost a hand for me. I had lost my ground.

When I saw Hendrix, I had never felt so disappointed or angry at him. I stopped crying and did not even want to see him. "What are you doing here?"

Before he could answer, I spoke again, "To laugh at us on Jordan's behalf? You have achieved your goal. You can leave now."

I'd tried countless times to pull him back from the

Devil's side, but now, I had pushed him away. How could I feel good?

But I had no choice. I couldn't stand Hendrix treating me coldly like a stranger, at least not when Aaron was unconscious.

I hated everyone, including myself. It was like the whole world was trying to harm Aaron.

Hendrix remained unmoved and slightly parted his thin lips. "Aaron was too reckless."

"What do you mean?" When I was emotional, any minor details would be magnified infinitely. His words deeply provoked me. I did not hesitate to scold him, "Do you mean that Aaron deserves it?"

Hendrix kept his lips tightly shut and did not reply. Freya, who was standing beside him, advised, "Arianna, calm down."

"How can I calm down?" I suddenly felt desperate. No one could understand how much I was suffering. I couldn't use the most vicious words in the world on Hendrix, nor could I treat it as if nothing had happened and only cared about whether I could find the love in my heart.

I was afraid that the malicious words I said would really push Hendrix to Jordan completely, but I also feared that I would let Aaron down for the sake of my selfishness.

Hendrix and Freya didn't seem to be able to

understand my feelings. One looked as usual, while the other looked sympathetic. It made me realize that they couldn't empathize with me.

"Forget it." I deflated and took a step back. I looked up at Hendrix with my red eyes and said, "You said that Aaron was reckless, then what about you?"

I approached Hendrix with my face almost pasted on his. "You still like to do things on your own after so many years. You act the same as you were in the past. Do you think being self-sacrificing is great?"

The corridor was filled with the echoes of my voice, but he did not move an inch. He kept his eyes down and was as calm as ever. "You are right. It's not like before. I'm not interested in greatness or sacrifices."

"I came for the sake of the children. Whether you can accept it or not, Jordan's warning is clear. Tell your family not to try to hit a stone with an egg. Otherwise, even if you are the mother of my children, I will not show mercy."

Other than being a stranger, I couldn't find any other words to describe Hendrix at the moment.

Did he use those cold words to get rid of my firm trust in him?

I was so mad that I laughed, "SoConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

what you want to say is that Aaron didn't die because you saved him. k should be grateful to you and

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Jordan. I should thank him for ruining my husband and daughter, and for breaking one of my brother's arms with mercy. Do you mean that?"

Hendrix did not retort but said coldly, "You are not in the right condition to talk now."

Then he instructed Freya, "Take care of her."

After that, he turned around and left without looking back.

The moment the words helping the devil appeared in my mind, I rushed up to Hendrix madly and screamed, "Stop and explain to me before you leave! You b*stard!"

Eventually, Freya held me back until Hendrix's cold back disappeared into the elevator: There was no point in complaining and struggling. I slumped on a bench in the corridor like a withered leaf, whimpering with my hands covering my face.