My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 467

I pursed my lips, and my gaze was cold. "Alright!"

Hendrix glanced at me and frowned. "Arianna, shut up!"

Andrea cackled. "Alright? Fine then. Come over here. Let me stab you, and we'll call it even!"

As she spoke, she pulled out her IV catheter and glared at me callously. "There's no knife, so I won't use one. I'll just use this IV catheter. Arianna, once I stab you with this, we'll be even."

I stormed toward her fearlessly. She looked at me and let out an eerie laugh.

She held the catheter and was aiming for my eyes. Gasps were heard all around.

However, Hendrix's reflexes were quick, and he managed to grab the catheter before snatching it away from her. His palm was scratched in the process and it started bleeding.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, Valerie collapsed in Pedro's arms. She looked heavily conflicted as she said, "You should leave. Just forget about this."

Andrea was furious. "Mom, what did you say? She wanted to kill me. How can you just let her go so easily?"

"Shut up!" Valerie yelled, her eyes were filled with disgust. "If you hadn't gone to look for Arianna in the middle of the night, do you think she would have hurt you? Don't you know the reason why she hurt you?"

Andrea stared at her in bewilderment. It was as if the person she was looking at was not her own mother.

Valerie realized that she had overreacted and quickly stopped talking. She looked at Andrea and continued, "Andrea, you're fine now. You should stay in the hospital for the time being and recover. Don't worry about anything else."

Who did they think Andrea was? After being pampered and cared for for so many years by Hendrix, she had grown arrogant and cocky. How could mere words from others make her let go of her hatred so easily?

Looking at me, she sneered. "Do you think that just because everyone is helping you, you won't go to prison? Arianna, don't forget that the knife you stabbed me with is covered with your fingerprints. If I stand my ground on that, I doubt that the people here have the capability to kill me. As long as I'm alive, I will file a lawsuit against you until you're locked up. Attempted murder should be enough to grant you a few years of residence in there."

He held me back and looked at Andrea, saying, "Arianna is my wife. She's married to me. I am responsible for all her pain and mistakes. All I can do for her is to try my best to protect her. It doesn't matter if she's good or bad; it won't change the fact that she is my wife."

My eyes started to redden. Looking at his wound, I felt upset and angry. "Hendrix, who asked you to be responsible for me? I'll be responsible for the things I've done. Who gave you the right to interfere? It'll just be a few years in prison. I did this, so I'll be accountable for it."

After saying this, I turned around to leave, ready to turn myself in.

Hendrix grabbed me and growled in a low tone, "Shut up!"

Looking at Andrea, he pursed his lips. "If you're unsatisfied with this wound, I can make one that's deeper."

"Get out!" Andrea roared. She was an emotional mess as she screamed, "Get out, all of you. I don't want to see anyone!"

Hendrix's clothes were painted red, and blood had began to pool on the floor. Josiah called for a doctor, but when he saw that Hendrix's hand was still gripping on the broken glass shards, he could not help but yell, "Why are you still pressing it deeper? Do you want to die?"