My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 227

"Arianna, you're talking nonsense. You're the one who threatened me that you wouldn't let me meet

Hendrix. I didn't agree to it, and you pushed me!" Andrea put on a good show, her eyes brimming with

tears.

I frowned. Hendrix looked at me and realized that my mood had been bad recently. "Alright, let's call it

a day. I've completed Monique's hospitalization procedures."

He turned around and told Austin, "And you, go guard at the door of the emergency room. Call me if

there's any problem. It's not the time to quarrel."

Austin was still fuming mad. He glared at me, then he grabbed Andrea's arm and dragged her out. As

he passed by me, he lowered his voice as though he could suppress his anger with that. And he

threatened me, "Arianna, I'm not done with you!"

I ignored him. Instead, I looked at Andrea, who had watery eyes.

Andrea was fortunate in many ways. She had Hendrix who couldn't cut her off, Austin who loved her

wholeheartedly, Josiah to care for her, and her recently- found powerful and influential parents. Such a

girl would live a perfect life even if she couldn't find love.

"What are you thinking about?" Hendrix placed the documents for Monique's admission to the hospital

on the bedside table, and he stared at me.

Monique was still unconscious. I found a seat and sat down, then lightly replied, "Why don't you get

going and mind your own things? There's nothing much to do here now."

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where can I go at this time?"

He was right. After all, Josiah was still in the emergency room.

After hours of yoga, I was a little sleepy. So, I leaned back in the chair and took a nap. In the middle of

my nap, Austin called to inform us that Josiah had been discharged from the emergency room, and

Hendrix had left the ward for Josiah.

Meanwhile, I stayed here and waited for Monique to wake up.

Monique woke up when I was only half-awake. Since she knocked her head, she was still muddle-

headed when she woke up. But the first thing she asked was, "How is he?" Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Knowing that she was asking about Josiah, I answered, "He has already left the emergency room. It's

all right now!"

She breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the ceiling blankly. I waited for a moment before asking,

"What happened to the both of you?"

She looked at me and sighed. "It is what it is."

"He knows that you're pregnant?"

She shook her head. "No."

Well, I guessed it wasn't the right time to ask for clarification on their matters. Noticing Monique's

reluctance to talk about it, I simply stopped asking.

Ian was quick to arrive. He had even bought some fruits.

Monique and I were chatting when he entered the wardroom. He came near and took a look at

Monique, then he sighed in relief and claimed, "It looks like it's just a minor injury. You only have to rest

for a few days, and you'll be as good as new!"

"Yeah," Monique nodded, still looking a bit tired.

Being chatty and curious, Ian couldn't help but ask, "How did you get into a car accident? Who were

you with?"

Monique was unwilling to talk about it, so she just weakly replied, "It was an accidental hit."

Joe rolled his eyes at that, "Bullsh*t!"

Since Monique didn't want to talk, I changed the subject and asked, "What did you buy? It looks good."

"I bought them from the fruit stall at the entrance of the hospital. It cost a hundred and fifty per basket,"

Upon finishing his words, he found a place to sit down.

With that, we had run out of things to say. Naturally, we just fell into silence. Monique had something on

her mind, whereas Ian fiddled with his cell phone. I could only daydream.

I was almost asleep when Hendrix returned. Ian had met him before, so before I could introduce him to

Hendrix, Ian jumped up from his seat and exclaimed, "Hendrix!"

I was at a loss for words, but I was also afraid that he would spurt nonsense.

To avoid that from happening, I got up and walked over to Hendrix. "How's Doctor Saunders?" I asked.

"There's no danger to his life for the time being, so he's already transferred to the normal wardroom,"

Hendrix's gaze fell on Ian as he spoke. His eyes darkened, and they seemed cold.

Ian wasn't stupid. He could sense Hendrix's

hostility.