My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1852

He cast an impenetrable fortress to keep me out.

We seemed to be living in two different worlds despite our barely one- meter distance confrontation. After a long time, Hendrix seemed to have suddenly come back to life. He walked to the storage cabinet, held the picture frame in his hand again, and stared at it in a daze.

"What would you do if your faith suddenly crumbled one day?" Hendrix suddenly, his voice weak.

I was a little confused and didn't know what to say. After a few seconds, I decided to try and probe by asking, "Is it related to the death of your parents?"

Hendrix ignored my question. "There will be a charity auction held by the Sursby Auction House tomorrow. The philanthropist that was related to Sebastian will be attending it, and I've reserved a ticket for you."

I was a little confused for a moment. "I'm not asking you about these. I want to know what you've been busy with recently. Apart from the business and revenge, is there anything else? Are you sure that everything is alright, as mentioned in your physical examination report?"

Hendrix was too smart. Since he could follow me to Ucrebury, he must have arranged everything. Although Mullen's friends were credible, as they said, this was Jarold City, where Hendrix could use force to manipulate the physical examination report.

He had Sebastian's schemes to worry about, then he had to deal with the challenges from Eddison and the others; his life was like walking on thin ice these days. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I couldn't even tell which sentence was true or which was false coming from someone who had been with me through it all.

In the face of my questions, Hendrix was calm. After a long while, his familiar voice rang out.

"I am just carrying out my destiny."

He turned his back to me and lowered his head as he spoke while still looking at the picture in his hand.

Hendrix took a deep breath after he finished speaking. He let go of the frame and left it on the shelf.

His hand hung low. I subconsciously

looked at it with the corner of my eye but suddenly found that a bit of red blood was oozing out from his slightly clenched fist. The blood gathered on the surface of his skin and dripped into the ground intermittently.

"Hendrix!"

I quickly grabbed his hand and looked at it. The palm of his hand was badly mutilated, and my heart twisted in agony.

Had he been holding the remnants of the glass shards on the frame?

Hendrix looked at the glaring bright red, but his gaze was void. It was as though he could not feel any pain.

"Roger!" I yelled hysterically, "Roger, bring me the first aid kit!"

His wound looked like it hurt greatly but most of the time when one injured, they were usually not the person hurting the most.

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No words could be used to describe how I felt when I saw Hendrix's blood-stained hands.

I expressionlessly bandaged his wound as I sat face-to-face across him, no daring to look into his eyes.

I understand all too well about the pain of suppressing emotions that could not be expressed. If it weren't for the extreme aching in his heart he wouldn't have acted this childish. He wouldn't have vented his internal hurt by physically hurting himself, tearing his skin just to feet pain in his physical being.A

The pain that Hendrix suffered within must be even worse than the pain he felt when his father was murdered.

Roger was frightened by the injury. He led the servants to stand guard outside and refused to leave.

The room was so quiet that I could hear the sound of us breathing. I was lost in thought while staring at Hendrix's bandaged wound.