My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 321

It was a cold hard truth everyone should know. Those who did bad things not only wouldn't feel guilty or

sad for what they did, but they also would be able to have a good night's sleep. People like Valerie and

Andrea would only regret not completely killing off the person they loathed. Taking life away wouldn't

make them lose sleep at night. On the contrary, they wouldn't even be bothered and would feel that the

person deserved it.

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In Irvin's office.

Irvin handed me the recording from the night before and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Watching the video of the scenes that I had personally experienced, I felt a dull pain in my chest, and I

was bitter with resentment. I shifted my gaze to Irvin and said, "Can you help me to ask Aaron out for a

meeting?"

He frowned and asked, "What do you want to see him for?"

Pausing the video and locking the phone screen, I answered without much emotions, "I want to let

Andrea see this video unintentionally. Aaron is an expert in IT, and he's the only one I know that can do

this. Besides, based on how he feels for me, I don't think he'll ever make peace with the Moore family if

he saw this video."

His brows knitted tightly together, and his face darkened, Irvin pointed out, "Arianna, you've changed.

You'll do anything to achieve what you want now, right?"

Amused, I looked upwards at him and asked, "Are you saying that I'm manipulating Aaron because he

has feelings for me?"

Irvin scowled. Knowing that he was unhappy, I continued, "Irvin, haven't you noticed that I'm also taking

advantage of how you feel for me to take revenge?"

With mixed feelings, he sighed softly and said, "I know you're upset, but..."

"Do you still want to help me?" I cut his short, not wanting to listen to what he was going to say next. I

had once been good-natured and benign, but what happened to me was far too tormenting for me to

just let it go. I was no saint. I couldn't still keep someone in my prayers when they stabbed me.

Irvin gazed at me for a long time. Then, he finally nodded and said, "I'll help you do whatever you want.

After all, I'm doing these things willingly. But I hope you won't regret it in the future."

I laughed wryly at his words, tears seeping down my cheeks.

"I would never regret taking down the Moore family. However, someday in the future, I think I might

regret taking advantage of you and Aaron. But I can't do this myself, and I can't think of anyone who

would help me besides the two of you."

He sighed softly and said no more.

Afternoon.

At a cafe.

Aaron looked sickly to me after seeing him for the first time in two months. His expression changed

when I sat down in front of him, and he seemed to feel sorry for me. I couldn't figure out if he felt that

because of what I had been through, or that he didn't keep me safe.

After sitting down, I didn't say a word. Seeing this, Aaron, who had always been reticent, said,

"Arianna, I have been blaming myself for not reaching you sooner every single day for the past two

months. I went to you immediately after you called me that night. But I was too late. I only saw the car

burning into ash when I arrived. Can you tell me what happened to you that night? How did you lose

the baby?"

Sometimes, when one kept tragedy to themselves a long time enough, they would begin to forget the

horror in it. Then, hatred came after pain.

I was rather reposeful. Looking at Aaron, I said lightly, "I can't recount what happened that night

because it gives me so much pain to talk about it every time. It's killing me. But Irvin found a camera in

the warehouse, and it recorded what happened that night. You can watch for yourself."

I pushed my phone towards him. On the screen, it was the video that I had staged. He didn't hesitate to

play it.

As the video played, Aaron's face darkened with uncontrollable rage. The veins on his hands were

visible because he was clenching the phone with so much force, and his eyes reflected the anger he

felt.

He stayed in the same posture even after the video finished for a long time. After that, when he raised

his eyes to look at me, his eyes were red- rimmed. He asked, "Who did it?"

I lowered my head, failing to hold back my tears. I didn't want to cry. When I looked back to him, tears

rolled down uncontrollably. I choked, "Valerie. And the Moore family."