My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I pursed my lips and thought that Hendrix was really smart. That driver was unreliable as I had thought that he would at least help me call the police.

I sighed. Strangers could not be trusted after all.

Aaron looked at me with a strange look in his eyes. "Aren't you going to ask how Hendrix is doing?" he asked. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

How should I put it?

Hendrix bore most of the brunt from the sulfuric acid for me. He wouldn't be any better than I was. It was just that I had no idea how to ask Aaron about his condition. Looking up at Aaron, I asked, "Aaron, am I selfish?"

He frowned and said in a low voice, "He has planned this for a long time. It's not your fault. You couldn't have predicted this. You holding a grudge against Hendrix is understandable. However, Arianna, we can' deny that he has done his best for you."

That was right. He had already done his best. He was a human being, not a god. He wouldn't have expected Josiah would still have such hatred buried deep within him, nor would he have expected that after so many years, he would prepare such a big trap for us.

remained that everything

can't

up at him and asked, "What about you? Can you

silent and slightly frowned. "We're talking about you right now," he

a lot of things which if they don't happen to ourselves, we'll feel that it's okay and that the culprit deserves to be forgiven. However,

pursed his lips, probably feeling that I was being mean about the

anesthesia wore off, the burning pain from my face slowly crept in. I laid on the bed, my mind already imagining what my face

fact that something had befell me, Pedro and Valerie both came. When they saw

out that I had been dragged in by Hendrix into the matter that caused my injury,

of the damage for me, their

his help, I was injured, hence accountability was

themselves. After all, they had indeed injured

injuries were quite severe. The sulfuric acid burns were