My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 425

Hendrix guided me to a chair while people started crowding around Irvin as his blood slowly spread into a puddle.

I looked at him, and he opened his mouth to speak wordlessly to me. I didn't know what he was saying. I only felt that my heart felt like it was being crushed to the point of no breathing. Hendrix walked up to him, reached out his hand to check his breathing, and looked at me solemnly.

I got up and tried my best to push myself towards him. Irvin reached out his hand to grab hold of me. The second he opened his mouth, jet-black blood gushed out.

I shook my head and tears blurred my vision. "Don't talk, Irvin. You'll be fine. The doctor will be here soon."

He forced a smile, his face a little pale. "Arianna, once all of this is over, in my next life, I'll meet you and I'll make you... fall in love with me first."

I didn't know what to say nor what to feel, and my head was buzzing. I choked and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't..."

I shouldn't have ignored the fact that he lost his parents at the same time, and I shouldn't have ignored his feelings. I even distanced myself from him and dismissed how he felt. I even overlooked the only thing he had in life that still kept him going. I was wrong.

He forced a smile, and more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "It's all right. I know you're in a tough position. Take care of....yourself!"

Watching his eyes slowly closing I couldn't remember how many times that I had experienced someone's death. Time and time again, I watched the people who loved me and the people I loved leave me, one after another.

And I was the one both the direct and indirect cause of them leaving. D*mn it, I was clearly the one who should be hurt and punished. Why did this happen to others instead?

I looked at Irvin's lifeless body, at Hendrix's cold face, at the passive Nerissa who was not far away from me, and the passers-by who were immersed in discussion.

I never thought that the world could be so cold. My heart felt like it had been stabbed by hundreds of sharp knives. It was so painful that it even hurt to breathe.

Why did people die so soon? I hadn't even had time to think about my last words to him, and to recall what had happened just now, but he was already gone.

As I watched the medical staff carry Irvin's body away, I suddenly shoved Hendrix away and held Irvin's hand tightly to stop them from taking him away. However, Hendrix forcibly wrapped me in his arms and said in a cold voice, "Arianna, calm down. He's already gone."

I stared at the pool of blood left on the ground and felt a wave of hatred rise in my heart. Looking at Nerissa, whose face was pale from fear, I said slowly, "Nerissa, you were the one who should have died, right?"

She was so terrified that she took a few steps back. Her face was deathly pale as she stared at me in disbelief. "Arianna, what did you say?"

"D*mn it, it should've been you! Why are you still alive? You're the one who hurt Helen, and you're the one who used Yohannes and Helen to kill Irvin. Right from the start, you've always been the murderer. So, you're the one who should be blamed the most."

"Arianna, what are you talking about?" Nerissa widened her eyes and looked at me incredulously. She spat out the words, "You're insane!"

I looked at her sarcastically, finally seeing her as the unbelievably ridiculous woman that she was. "You personally took the lives of three members of the Granger family. Aren't you afraid of karma? You were the one who pushed them over the edge!"