My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 468

Hendrix remained silent, only staring at Andrea. Evidently, he was waiting for Andrea to say that she wouldn't look into it anymore.

Andrea's focus was also on him, and her eyes were full of despair and pain. She struggled to pick up the shard from the ground before plunging them towards him.

Since I was by Hendrix's side, I immediately blocked the attack. The glass fragments were stuck into my arm, and I was in so much pain that I broke out into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, she was injured, so she couldn't cut as deep as she would've if she had her full strength. Andrea watched us for a long time before throwing away the shards in her hand. All of a sudden, she looked like all energy had left her body as she said. "You guys can go. I won't look into this anymore!"

In the treatment room, Josiah cleaned and disinfected my wounds. Hendrix had gone into the operating theatre, and my mind was a mess.

I had barely processed what had just happened and was still feeling numb all over.

Josiah said a lot of things to me, but I couldn't register any of them. Valerie and Pedro came in and looked at me, their gaze conflicted.

Valerie spoke first. "Are you all right?"

I turned to them. As I didn't know their intention, I replied indifferently, "If both of you want to sue me, then go ahead."

Valerie shook her head and peeked at me as she replied, "No, we came to check on you. Miss Reid, you..."

"Alright, let's go see Andrea. Consider this done with!" Pedro interrupted Valerie and dragged her out.

After he bandaged my wounds, Josiah glanced at the two of them as they left. His gaze was rather profound. He furrowed his brows and said, "It seems like the Moore family will not sue you."

Honestly, I was not afraid of what they would do to me at all. I lowered my head slightly and looked at the wound on my arm.

I looked at Josiah and asked, "Nothing will happen to Hendrix, right?"

He laughed, "If there was no organ damage, then it is but a minor injury. He should be fine after a few stitches. Don't worry."

I nodded, but deep down, I just couldn't let it go.

After Hendrix finished getting his wound stitched, he got down from the hospital bed and glanced my way, saying, "Come, let's go home!"