My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2303

Jordan stood on the spot, completely frozen. The white hospital light shone coldly from behind him. His eyes deepened in the shadows, but he remained calm. He did not seem to be panicked at all. He neither argued back nor made any effort to explain.

In the enormous ward, it was so silent I could hear a pin drop. I had no idea what he was thinking about. However, I knew that my forceful actions that endangered my life had elicited a reaction.

After a long time, I could no longer hold it together anymore and almost fainted. Finally, Jordan reacted.

He came over and gently held my wrist, trying to help me up. "Get up."

His voice was soft, as though he was afraid of scaring me.

Only then did I fully open my eyes and look at him warily like a rabbit that had fallen into a trap. I did not intend to follow his orders.

Jordan exhaled deeply. His eyes were complicated and helpless. "He didn't die. I was just joking." "It wasn't funny at all." I squinted at him and took the opportunity to shake his cold hand off me. I staggered to stand up with the help of the cabinet and sat back on the bed.

Jordan stood beside me in silence and watched. After I sat down, he walked out of the ward.

Not long after, a nurse came in and helped me with the wound on my forehead.

I casually asked the nurse a few questions. Fortunately, I had returned to Jarold City. No one was guarding me outside, so I had complete freedom. As to whether people were watching me in secret, I no longer cared.

After the nurse left, I contacted Aaron immediately.

He answered almost instantly. "Thank God, you're finally answering the phone. Wynn told me Jordan took you. Is everything okay?"

While I was in a one-day coma, all my missed calls were from Aaron. It seemed like he was pretty worried about me.

"I'm fine." I looked sideways at the wound on my shoulder and said lightly, "How are Wynn and the rest?"

I had promised them so many times, but in the end, I had to break it. They must have been very disappointed with me.

"On an island," I whispered.

"Which island? Local or international?" Aaron was not going to give up.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and said, "I don't know, that's why I need your help. Jordan brought me to his poison factory. I can confirm that the factory is his cash cow. If we destroy the place, it will be much easier for us to deal with him."

"Enough." Aaron's voice suddenly turned cold.

At this time, I was desperate to grab at whatever straws I could. "No, listen to me. I know it's hard, but we can find—"

"Stop it!" Aaron snapped, scaring me out of finishing my sentence.

Over the phone, his voice was firm. "An undercover agent that gets exposed never comes back in one piece. I don't want to see you in pieces the next time we meet. Come back first, and we'll discuss it slowly. Before that, no matter what you tell me, I will act like I never heard it."