My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 2243

I stood there and didn't know where to go.

The sound of high heels walking on the floor could be heard in the hallway. Freya rushed over with small steps. She looked at the operating room with its door wide open and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Are you all right?"

I couldn't help but hold her and cry out. "Aaron's right hand is broken and it will never recover! It's all my fault!"

Perhaps people would only realize how useless they were when they saw their loved ones and humiliated.

Aside from feelings, what made people helpless was the natural cycle of life. I couldn't give him feelings, yet he lost a hand for me. I had lost my ground.

When I saw Hendrix, I had never felt so disappointed or angry at him. I stopped crying and did not even want to see him. "What are you doing here?"

Before he could answer, I spoke again, "To laugh at us on Jordan's behalf? You have achieved your goal. You can leave now."

I'd tried countless times to pull him back from the

Devil's side, but now, I had pushed him away. How could I feel good?

But I had no choice. I couldn't stand Hendrix treating me coldly like a stranger, at least not when Aaron was unconscious.

I hated everyone, including myself. It was like the whole world was trying to harm Aaron.

Hendrix remained unmoved and slightly parted his thin lips. "Aaron was too reckless."

"What do you mean?" When I was emotional, any minor details would be magnified infinitely. His words deeply provoked me. I did not hesitate to scold him, "Do you mean that Aaron deserves it?"

Hendrix kept his lips tightly shut and did not reply. Freya, who was standing beside him, advised, "Arianna, calm down."

"How can I calm down?" I suddenly felt desperate. No one could understand how much I was suffering. I couldn't use the most vicious words in the world on Hendrix, nor could I treat it as if nothing had happened and only cared about whether I could find the love in my heart.