My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1945

"Seems so."

Andrea must have followed me for such a long time that she knew that Irvin and I were inseparable, so she dealt with Irvin to get to me.

There wasn't any grievance or enmity between them. If there was even a shred of humanity in her, Andrea wouldn't have acted so recklessly. As I thought about it right then, perhaps Andrea had been in the car that had suddenly appeared in front of us.

Andrea had gone insane. She was convinced that I was "Arianna". As long as she could send me to my death, she didn't care about the safety of others around me.

It seemed that I had to prove my identity. If the police couldn't convict her, I would probably have to live walking on thin ice from now on.

At the same time, I was curious as to how much hatred actually existed between "Arianna" and Andrea, which caused Andrea to want to exact her revenge by any means necessary.

The police collected my testimony and immediately arrested Andrea. As she was very careful, it took a lot of effort to investigate the matter and officially prosecute her.

What was astounding was that a powerful influential figure was supporting her from behind the scenes. A few days later, Andrea once again appeared on the television screen.

The day Andrea got released from prison was the same day that Irvin was discharged from the hospital.

After I had settled the paperwork for Irvin and returned to the ward, I saw Andrea standing by the door.

Andrea's habit of putting on heavy makeup hadn't changed in the slightest. It was October, but she still wore a black single strap dress with her blonde hair behind her shoulders. Those who didn't know her would think that she was about to be interviewed on television.

As she heard our footsteps, she slowly stood up to greet us, "It seems that your injury wasn't that serious after all. You've recovered so quickly? Well, at least I don't need to pretend to be courteous."

With that, she took the fruit basket handed over by her manager and shoved it into my arms, saying, "Hey, I went overboard with that car accident. Shall we all just take a step back and pretend as though nothing happened?"

Her voice was so dismissive, it was evident that she wasn't sorry at all.

She wasn't trying to make amends. She was giving us a warning and had threatened us.

My face sank as I asked her coldly, "Who let you out?"

"The lovely potice, of course." Andrea shrugged her shoulders and loosened her grip on the fruit basket. She leaned forward arrogantly as she warned us with her grim voice, "As long as I'm alive, you'll never lead a peaceful life!"

"Enough!" I cracked my knuckles and couldn't hold it in anymore, "I am not Arianna. Even if I was, you don't have the right to treat a person like this!"

"Hmph," Andrea sneered and stood up straight with her hands crossed in front of her chest, "You're afraid, Arianna. That's unexpected."

At that, she paused and cackled gloatingly, "That was just the appetizer. You should look forward to the full course meal I've prepared for you!"

With that, she turned around and

walked out of the hospital with her high heels clicking on the floor, her body swaddling about. As she walked, she shouted out, "Arianna, we'll meet again very soon!" She seemed so arrogant and confident

as though she was a c

going for her victory lap.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm down. Before I could step forward to fight back, Irvin

grabbed my wrist and comforted et

me, "Calm down. She wants

irritate you. We don't know who's supporting her, so we can't act rashly."

Since Irvin's car was totaled, and he had just recovered from a serious injury, it was inconvenient for him to drive, so we grabbed a taxi home.

After we'd entered the car and passed by an intersection, several black cars rushed out and surrounded the taxi.

Those who got out of the car, were in suits and leather shoes and looked very intimidating. The driver was so scared out of his wits that he stammered, "Who are you? Don't act rashly. I'll call the police!"

The men in suits ignored him and dragged him out of the driver's seat. Forget about calling the police, he didn't even have the guts to breathe.

The man in charge walked to the back seat and found me. He then said, "Miss Reid, please cooperate."

Irvin and I exchanged glances and knew that we both had no idea what was going on.