His men replied, "Yes, Mr. Reid!"
Soon, the men came in with the doctors and nurses. It was a mess. Although Aaron was angry, he still took me out forcibly.
Back in my room, Aaron was sitting opposite me with a serious look on his face. His cool temperament made him look even more mysterious.
Probably because of a guilty conscience, I didn't dare to look at him.
After a long time, Aaron's gloomy voice finally shook the room.
"Arianna, what were you trying to do just now?"
I pursed my lips and lowered my head to fiddle with my fingers, pretending that I didn't hear anything.
Playing dumb was the most annoying to him. Aaron gnashed his teeth when he spoke again.
"Do you want that guy's life? Do you want to kill him?"
Having been seen through, I didn't care. I raised my head, looked at him firmly, and pointed my index finger to my heart. I barked, "Yes, I want him to die. I want him to feel my pain. What's wrong with that?"
Even though he was the only one who knew where the child was, the moment I had stabbed him, I'd thought about ending everything.
Although this day was the first time I saw that bodyguard, and I had never done anything harmful to him, he'd taken great pains to steal my child. Even then, he still smiled with pride. How could I not hate him?
Hearing this, Aaron took a deep breath and lowered his eyes. "It's easy to kill him, but what about the child? You don't want the child to come back?"
He paused for a moment and looked coldly ahead of him. His thin lips opened and closed. "Even if it's time to kill him, you're not the one who will do it. Don't dirty your hands. Remember, Arianna, these things are not what you should do."
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