My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 462

She hugged me, helped me up, and set me down on the sofa.

The sound of a blaring alarm came from outside, so loud that its harsh sound echoed around the originally quiet neighborhood.

With the sound of the alarm fading, Nerissa came in. She was in her nightgown, and her eyes fell on my blood-covered hands.

Taking in a breath, she said in a reproachful tone, "An eye for an eye. No matter how much you despise her, you didn't have to commit such an act so publicly. The Moore Family won't drop this so easily."

I pursed my lips and slowly calmed down, not speaking a word.

It wasn't that Hendrix didn't love Andrea. After after, how could he let her go just like that after so many years of companionship and care? He had concealed it so well by substituting his sense of responsibility and guilt for his love for me. Hence, he shifted his kindness at Andrea towards me.

I took that kindness he had replicated as love. I never thought that in a critical moment like this, Hendrix would still unconditionally stand by Andrea.

When Nerissa saw that I was silent, she knew that no matter what she said, I wouldn't be able to hear her. She let out a light sigh, got herself changed, and left the room.

I stood there in a daze for a long time with Minnie by my side. When she saw me walking out, she quickly stopped me and asked worriedly, "Arianna, where are you going?"

"To the hospital!"

She quickly stopped me. "Don't go. Mr. Roberts and the Moore family are probably in a fit of rage now. It will only backfire if you go. Be good and stay at home. You can talk to them when everyone has calmed down, okay?"

I sat on the sofa and buried my face in my palm. My heart and head were being tormented by the pain. The villa became unusually quiet.

I was at a loss of what to do next.

After a long time, footsteps sounded, and with it, Minnie's voice. "Doctor Saunders, why aren't you in the hospital?"

A huge shadow enveloped me, my annoyance peaking. I looked up and was met with Josiah's slender body standing in front of me, cold and distant.

Staring at the bloodstains on my hands, I said icily, "If you're here to point fingers or to investigate, I'll have to ask you to talk to a lawyer. I'm in a bad mood right now, and I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to you when my mental state is in crumbles."

Josiah said nothing in response.

He looked at me, his gaze deep and helpless. After a while, he replied, "There are no knives around now. What could you possibly do to me?"

I pursed my lips and was a little irked. I said nothing more.