My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1982

After Nathan finished talking, he cast Hendrix a meaningful look and said, "We're a family. If we help each other out, there won't be any trouble. But if someone doesn't know what's best for them and insists on their own ways, then don't blame us for taking steps to cut our losses."

As he walked past Hendrix and towards the stairs, he said slowly, "I don't see any point to having this meal anymore. Let's just adjourn for the night."

Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering on the floor came from the living room. It was ear-piercingly sharp.

When he turned around, he saw Hendrix's gloomy face. Hendrix's eyes were downcast, and his hands hung on his sides, clenched tightly into fists. His entire body emanated a sinister aura.

The celadon tea set had been shattered into pieces on the floor and was mixed with chrysanthemum tea, causing a mess.

As soon as the servant heard the sound, she hurriedly rushed in. They didn't dare to disturb him and said, "Sir Hendrix, let us clean this up, you..."

Hendrix ignored her and remained silent for a moment. Just as the servants were about to pick

up their brooms, he turned around to leave.

This wealthy family had plenty of arguments amongst themselves, and since I was an outsider, I had no reason to stay. So, I brought Wynn along and chased after Hendrix.

In his current emotional state, Hendrix approached the driver and wrangled the keys from his hand in order to get into the car.

Evan was so worried that he clenched his fists. "I'm worried for Mr. Hendrix's safety."

I looked at Evan as I thought about what he had said. Then I handed Wynn to him and told him, "Send Master Wynn home."

Then I quickly ran forward and got into the passenger seat while Hendrix started the engine.