My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 309

Hendrix noticed the scars on my palm, and he frowned, "How did you get these?"

I laughed, but it wasn't any better than crying. Looking at Andrea, I sniffled, "How? Maybe you could

ask your dearest Miss Burton."

When I turned back to Hendrix, I was already calm enough to continue, "Hendrix, do you want to know

how the baby died? I'll tell you now. He tried so hard to come out from me that night, but he couldn't."

Hendrix's face distorted in pain. Looking at him, I suddenly realized that I shouldn't have suffered the

pain alone. I added, "Do you know how many times I had called you when they ambushed our car? I

must have called you countless times, hoping that you would come to save us. But no matter how

many times I tried to call you, you never picked up. Hendrix, you don't know how desperate I felt."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but I cut him short. I sneered, "You wouldn't know.

Because you were caught up with your one true love at that time, celebrating her birthday. You must

have prepared a well-thought gift for her, hadn't you?"

"Arianna!" he stopped me. In a hoarse voice, he explained, "I left my phone in the office. I didn't know-"

"Of course! You didn't know!" I scoffed. "You didn't know they locked me up in the warehouse. You

didn't know they tied my legs and hands together. You didn't know how the baby struggled to come out,

and how he slowly went out of breath with every second passed." Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I choked and, for a second there, couldn't continue. However, when I saw Hendrix was drained of color

and visibly more shaken with pain, I suddenly found solace in knowing that I wasn't the only one in

pain.

I giggled, "Hendrix, do you know how it felt when the baby died inside me? Do you know what he

looked like when he was taken out of me? Do you know how it felt to be suffocated to death?"

"Enough!" Hendrix shouted. He seemed to be on the verge of breaking down from the overwhelming

information. Covering his face with both hands, his tall figure slowly slumped to the ground, weak,

defenseless, and in pain.

Seeing him in such a state, I felt better all of a sudden. I turned to look at Andrea's ashen face, I

sneered, "What do you think, Andrea? Are you satisfied with what I have gone through? Every penny

you and Valerie spent was worth it!"

"Arianna, you're talking nonsense!" Andrea raised her voice at me. "What proof do you have to say that

my mother and I did it?"

I smiled in amusement, "Oh, don't be so quick to deny it. Do you really think you can get away without

any bread crumbs when you've committed such a serious crime? Do you think the Moore family can

clean everything up for you?"

Andrea stumbled backward in fright, and her mouth fell agape, "I didn't do it!"

Hendrix glared at her icily, "You didn't deny that the Moore family has something to do with it then?"

Andrea shook her head, her body shaking. "No... We didn't!"

I was sick of her act by then. So, I got out of the bed and went straight out of the ward. Hendrix wanted

to come after me, but Andrea grabbed his arm and stopped him. She cried, "Hendrix, you have to

believe me. I didn't do it! I don't know-"

I wasn't familiar with Jarold City. I didn't know the way back home after leaving the hospital.

Looking at the stream of people, I was completely at a loss of direction. I didn't have money or my cell

phone with me, but I couldn't stay at the hospital any longer. Otherwise, Hendrix might catch up to me.

I started walking while asking people for direction. When I finally arrived at the Central Park Residence,

the back of my ankles was already chafed.

After I arrived on the tenth floor, I sat down and took off my shoes. There was a lot of blood around the

wounds.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open forcefully. Irvin was still panting heavily when he saw me. He was

surprised for a moment, but, almost instantly, he pulled me up from the ground.