My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Irvin came so quickly that I suspected he was nearby all along.

Looking at the mess in the ward, he frowned and his face darkened. His eyes fell on Hendrix, and he asked, "Mr. Roberts, how long do you think Arianna can take the torment you gave her in this current state?"

Hendrix didn't say a word. Since the video began playing on the television, he only had his eyes for me. I knew he was guilty. He blamed himself for it, and he was suffering.

However, I didn't feel sorry for him.

I walked straight towards Irvin. Noticing the bloodstain on the back of my hand, he frowned, "Did you pull it out yourself?"

without much emotions, "Let's go. I'm exhausted." People only had so much energy they could use every day. Aggressively taking revenge on other people had taken a toll on me. Seeing the

door of the ward, blocking the way out. His expression and gaze were cold as he glared at me. He said in his cold voice, "Hendrix doesn't feel any better than you

Irvin's face fell. Both Irvin and Josiah were giants of the business world, and they were equally presiding, none wanted to back

grounded to the spot

look at Hendrix, and I asked, "You went to Andrea's birthday party at the Moores that day,

with his deep and

to contact anyone else." Speaking of that, I couldn't help but chuckle lowly, "I'm

didn't care whether what he felt - pain, self- blame, or remorse - it had nothing

I understand that you're protective of Hendrix because he's your best mate, Doctor Saunders. And I know you might think that that's not big of a deal to lose a child. But I'm sorry to tell you this... I'm a person who will seek revenge for the slightest harm I received from others. What's more, we're talking about the child that was my whole life!" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on