Chapter 817


    He got a little bit angry and asked, "Arianna, is there something wrong with you? Would | do such a thing to my own child?"


    I sneered, looked at him and said mercilessly, "Why wouldn''t you? What wouldn''t you do that? You''re an unscrupulous


    businessman. Do you think you''re any righteous?"


    His face instantly fell. His voice became low and harsh as he said, "Arianna, Hendrix lets you have your way, but | won''t do the


    same. I''m more anxious than you are about Anne''s disappearance, but this isn''t an excuse for you to be unreasonable."


    “Am | being unreasonable?" Looking at the setup in his ce, | saw Anne''s favorite toys were still on the couch and got even


    more agitated. Without thinking it through, | sneered and said, "Sure, I''ll let you understand what truly is unreasonable."


    Before he could react, | raised my hand and pushed all the expensive red wine on the wine cab to the ground.


    The sound of shattering ss followed, as the blood-red wine spilled everywhere on the floor.


    “Are you crazy?" he roared angrily.


    | didn''t care at all. Whatever | could get my hands on, | smashed them onto the ground as | yelled loudly, "Give Anne back to


    me!"


    Sometimes, humans weren''t able to control their emotions. There wasn''t any difference between being worked up and going


    crazy.


    By the time | realized that | had pretty much destroyed Josiah''s house into shambles, Hendrix arrived.


    Josiah''s face darkened. He looked at Hendrix and said angrily, "You should take her to the hospital. She''s in more serious


    condition than you think."


    Hendrix held me in his arms and looked at him, frowning. He said in a cold voice, "What you should think about now is how to


    find Anne as soon as possible."


    After that, he carried me out of Josiah''s house.


    In the car, | calmed down. Red wine was all over my body and my hair was in a mess.


    | knew that | was in an incredibly sorry state at the moment. | had no clue what had gone through my mind when | caused havoc


    in Josiah''s house.


    Hendrix remained silent and | was unwilling to say anything as well. After we returned to the hotel, | took a shower andid on


    the bed. | stared at the ceiling nkly.


    Hendrix stood by the bed and stared at me. His eyes looked as bottomless as the abyss as he said, "Arianna, let''s go to the


    hospital, alright?"


    | turned my head and looked at him. | wasn''t feeling as fidgety or nervous as before. Instead, | waspletely rxed.


    | suddenlyughed and said, "What are we going to the hospital for?"


    He looked at me with pain in his eyes. His gaze was too ring and | decided to not continue looking at his eyes.


    | sat up straight on the bed and said to him moodily, "Hendrix, do you not want Anne to be with me too? Are you plotting with him


    against me? Are you helping him to hide Anne?"


    He frowned and looked at me. There was a glint in his cold, dark eyes. He looked somewhat dazed as he said to me


    incredulously, "Arianna, |..."


    "Both of you are behind this, right?" |


    interrupted him. | said even agen


    fiercely, “You dont wat Bnne, and


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    | lowered my eyes and began to cry.


    The sorrow in my heart erpedhtar |


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    | was spiralling out of control.


    When | saw the hurt in Hendrix''s


    eyes, | was suddenly confus


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    However, | couldn''t stop my extreme thoughts. | was almost certain that they had deliberately hidden Anne away.


    That night, | somehow ended up sleeping in Hendrix''s embrace.


    When | woke up the next day, Hendrix was no longer around. Looking at the misty rain outside the window, | was still in a daze.


    Memories of the day before were still clear in my mind. | also clearly knew that | seemed to have done something wrong.


    My head hurt terribly. | buried my head into the quilt, but the more | wanted to stop thinking about the matter, the easier it was for


    it to appear in my head.