My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 568

I didn't speak, nor did I have any strength left to speak. I didn't even want to say anything to these people. Hendrix looked at them with frighteningly deep eyes, but he still didn't say anything. A long silence ensued.

In the next few days, Hendrix kept coming to the hospital, and so did Valerie and Pedro. However, as if everyone had already planned it together, they chose to be collectively silent.

It wasn't some serious illness, so three days later, I was discharged from the hospital.

Hendrix picked me up and brought me back to the villa.

I seemed to have gotten used to the silence. Looking at all the familiar things in the bedroom, I suddenly felt that one-third of my life had been a joke.

In fact, there was nothing for me to bring with me when I left. Since moving into the Roberts family's villa, all my belongings were bought by Hendrix. With the exception of my ID card and diploma certificate, I almost brought nothing with me when I came here.

"It's very late. It's not safe for you to go out now. Just get some rest today," Hendrix said, reaching to hold my hand as I was packing my luggage.

I pulled my hand away heartlessly and stared at him harshly. "No need. Thanks for the thought, Mr. Roberts."

He frowned. The gloominess on his face grew even heavier, "Arianna, must we take things this far? We shouldn't be like this."

I laughed, "Yes, we shouldn't be like this. But how did we reach this point in the first place?"

He pursed his lips. His face seemed to be a mix of grimness and pain when he uttered, I'm sorry!"

"If my baby and Monique can come back alive, I would gladly accept this apology," I pointed out. After harming others, he still thought that all his wrongdoings could be erased with an apology. How ridiculous. Februaries were all drizzles and coldness. I pulled my suitcase out from his grasp..

I walked out of the bedroom and stood at the entrance of the villa. I heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, everything was over.

lan had driven his car over. His hair had been cut short and he was energetic as usual. He helped me carry my suitcase to the car.

He peered at me, "Let's go!"

After I got into the car, Hendrix simply stood at the door and stared blankly into the distance.

This parting was a long farewell.

As the car pulled away, he was still standing there motionless like a statue. His tall and slender body became increasingly blurred in the cold drizzle. "Perhaps things aren't as bad as you think. You didn't have to leave!" lan told me in a gentle voice.

Holding the divorce papers in my hands, I grinned in reply, "lan, some things may seem to be over on the surface, but it really is like a thorn that would sometimes prick into my skin and wake me up in the dead of night. Then, blood will come trickling out."

Could I really let everything go?

From the moment my baby died until the moment I found out about Monique's death, I always made excuses for myself and blamed it all on Valerie. I pushed my hatred and unhappiness onto her. Then, I convinced myself again and again to turn a blind eye to Hendrix.

I kept telling myself that he was actually innocent and could do nothing about the child; that he had no way to stop what happened to Monique. Even when he took care of Andrea, I told myself over and over again that it was just done out of duty and his sense of responsibility.

I was not petty, and could accept pretty much everything. As long as he treated me well and cared about me, these didn't matter to me.

However, I never thought that everything only happened because he knew of the truth. He knew that Valerie and Pedro were my parents, but I didn't blame him for not telling me nor did I blame him for swapping my DNA with Andrea's.

The one thing I couldn't let go of was that he knew all along that Valerie was my mother but he still ruthlessly witnessed her hurt me and cruelly watched as my hatred towards her grew.