My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

At the hospital.

I laid on the hospital bed. After Hendrix had left, Aaron came over and held my hand. "Getting smarter, aren't you? Setting yourself as bait to catch Calvin, are you trying to cut short your own life?"

With a faint smile, I lifted my hand that was wrapped up in bandages, and said, "It's just some scratches. After all, the goal had been achieved, am I right?"

He smirked. "If Uncle Charles and I weren't in Ucrebury, how did you plan to save yourself? Without any power, do you think that Calvin would be afraid of your husband who is only a businessman?" I shrugged. "Aren't all of you here? I won't even dare to take such a risk if you guys weren't here with me."

I paused and asked, "What will happen to Calvin now?"

Aaron then told me, "He would either be sentenced to the death penalty or prison for life. He's bearing the loss of a few people's lives. Previously, when he was in Ucrebury, he had Arnold behind his back to protect him.

Now that Uncle Charles intervened in this matter, he has reported all of Calvin's wrongdoings. Arnold probably won't be able to get away so easily. Uncle Charles had a chance to hold a rein on the Moore family because of your move."

they were to dig in further, I was pretty sure that all of their dirty work would be uncovered. By that time, Valerie would have

a long while before

just the beginning. There's still a long way

after checking on some things in Ucrebury. I knew about Charles' packed schedule just before I agreed to meet Kelsey earlier that day. I had originally just planned to meet him for

had no time,

wanted to borrow Hendrix's influence to make Calvin rot in prison for years. She probably never thought of making him

from Kelsey. If I spared Calvin, it equivocally meant that I was trying to dig a hole for

wanted to help out, I wouldn't spare Calvin a chance. With Charles

happened. Not long after Aaron left, I slept and I groggily felt that

and saw that Hendrix was next to me. His head was lowered, his eyes focused on me and his face was void of any expression. The lights in the room were dimmed. The only light in the room was from the street lights outside that

he was angry. He had not spoken a word all the way to the hospital from the hotel. The only time he did was when he asked the doctor to check on me and asked