My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 822

To draw a clear line between love and hate was easier said than done.

I said, "Josiah, can you guarantee that Anne will grow up without any qualms?"

He nodded calmly and said, "She will. She's my daughter. I will take good care of her, and devote all my love and affection to her."

I trusted him.

So, I nodded.

Had the driver called the police? It didn't seem likely. I had acted too rashly. I should have informed Aaron that I had come to the factory. Otherwise, perhaps no one would know that I had died even if my body had started rotting.

A decaying corpse would be so ugly!

Watching as I stared at the sulfuric acid, he grinned and smiled wantonly. Then, he said, "Letting you die the same way as Natalie did is an honor."

I looked at him and said angrily, "So, from your point of view, this is a privilege, right?"

He raised his eyebrows and nodded. "It's some kind of ritual. Do it!" he urged me.

I wasn't afraid of death, but I wasn't willing to die like that. I stayed still for a long time.

He was an extremely impatient person. Seeing that I didn't react, he stood up and walked over to the table.

He picked up the sulphuric acid and eerily turned towards me. Lifting his eyebrows, he said in an impatient tone, "Do I have to do this myself?"

I looked at his somewhat twisted face and reflexively took a step back. "Josiah, you can still turn around and walk away now!" I shouted at him. "Hahahaha!" He suddenly burst out laughing and looked at me viciously. He said, "Arianna, you're scared!"

That was bullsh*t. Who wouldn't be scared in such a situation?

He approached me step- by- step, while I subconsciously moved back step-by-step.

His people arrested Josiah who was still in a daze. I stared at Hendrix's face which was as pale as a sheet.

Smelling the strange yet disgusting stench, I opened my mouth but couldn't say a single word.

I watched as he knelt in front of me, and watched as someone took him away in a hurry.

My head was buzzing. I couldn't say anything, nor did I know what to do.

In the hospital.

There were doctors and nurses walking around in front of me. Later on, when the pain hit, only then did I discover that my face had been scalded by the sulfuric acid.

Just after bandaging my wound, a doctor in a white coat said, "The area of your burn isn't big. Your right eyeball was injured but thankfully the acid didn't hurt the cornea, so your eyesight will be fine."