My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 326

I slowly lowered my head and looked at Hendrix's pale face due to the sudden pain. I smiled lightly as though I hadn't just stepped on his hand, and I said, "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you."

"It's fine," His voice was so faint that I couldn't figure out any emotion in it.

Walking past him, I went to pour myself a glass of water. Then, I proceeded to sit down on a chair in the ward and began to sip on it.

Hendrix was still crouching. With a straight face, he pulled out the shards of glass that had pierced into his palm.

Blood dripped from his hand and fell on the ground, accumulating into a pool of horrifying liquid.

It seemed like it hurt. But I couldn't feel it.

All I felt was extreme frustration.

When Andrea came into the wardroom and saw Hendrix's badly hurt wound, she almost wanted to tear me up. "Arianna, what did you do?" she barked.

I turned to look out of the window. Judging by the looks of it, it was already quite late into the night. Andrea was more in love with Hendrix than I imagined.

I raised my eyebrows at her while catching sight of Josiah and Austin, who had followed her into the ward.

I smiled softly, "Thank you for coming to see me at this hour. I appreciate it."

Andrea glared at me and crouched down to take a look at Hendrix's injury. At this time, the television in the ward suddenly turned on by itself.

As expected, the video showed Andrea everything she needed to know.

Since I had watched it once before, I was already immune to it. I used the spare time to observe the looks of the other people in the room.

They were scared. They felt pity. They were shocked.