My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

My mind was filled with complicated thoughts, so I regained my composure and asked Hendrix, "Where are the volunteers?"

If I did not witness with my own eyes the people who tried the drug, I would not believe that he was not involved.

Hendrix was calm. He looked at the mechanically gated door on the right and said in a stern voice, "Open it." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I glanced at Hendrix for a moment and then walked through the open door. I passed by two rooms and finally met the volunteers who took the medical risks for me.

The room, which was about 100 square meters, was divided into four spaces. The volunteers were surrounded by transparent glass rings. Inside, beds and desks had been arranged for them. Clad in hospital gowns, the women lived their life in the room akin to products displayed through a cabinet window. They were monitored every second to check for any adverse reactions to the drug.

"After the experiment, they can go back home safely. They will also receive a million dollars worth of gold. The Roberts will take care of them for the rest of their lives," Hendrix explained, his voice cold and aloof.

Although I knew that Hendrix was doing all these for me, I still could not accept the cruelty of using humans as specimens. I rushed out of the lab soon after.

followed me, "Just pretend you didn't see anything. I've already arranged

exchange one's life for the other; it was a simple experiment that was also incredibly inhumane. It didn't matter how wealthy one

I looked up at Hendrix's apathetic face, I could not

done something similar for Anne in the past. Therefore, I could understand why Hendrix

not survive even if they stopped the experiment halfway. For them, they had no

out of here," I muttered. Although my mind was a mess, I was glad Hendrix didn't

way out, I lowered my head and

anxiety I had battled all day did not subside even after my

and I eyed Hendrix silently from the corner of

fastened his seatbelt, then turned to look at me. His voice was low and deep when he stated,

willing