My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2242

Shivering, Aaron turned and noticed that I had been caught. He gritted his teeth and made a low whine, refusing to admit defeat. However, the pain from his right arm made him scream out uncontrollably. "Don't cry, Arianna. Don't cry. I'm fine. Ah..."

"Jordan! If you don't kill me now, I'll make sure you wish you were dead for the rest of your life!"

"Aaron, stop!" My voice was hoarse from crying. I was close to begging him. "Please, you don't have to pretend to be brave right now."

Regardless, my worst fears had come true. His stubbornness had triggered Jordan's men. They watched and found pleasure from his suffering. One of the men gradually raised his hand with the blood stained steel pipe from before over his head.

Finally, the security guards had rushed over and yelled at them from the intersection, "Stop! What are you doing?! Put the weapon down!"

I heard dense footsteps coming closer and closer. I almost thought that Aaron was about to be saved.

But I forgot that they were a bunch of hooligans.

They knew the consequences if they got caught, but none of them were willing to leave their friends behind. Instead, they all looked at the man who was standing over Aaron.

"Crack..."

The sound of bones cracking rang out through my ears. Aaron numbly dropped his neck and fell heavily on the ground. He didn't make any more sound.

The whole world seemed to have frozen over at this moment. All I saw was the red blood on Aaron's arm.

Jordan's men were extremely cruel. They had the upper hand from the very start of the fight. Gradually, more backup for the security team had arrived that allowed them to fight them.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

As all of the men were caught up in the fight. None of them were holding me back anymore. I crawled over to Aaron's side.

I hugged him and mumbled to myself, "It's okay, you just have external injuries. It will heal just fine. It will definitely be okay..."

Unsure if I was comforting the

unconscious Aaron or myself, all knew was that I didn't dare to touch his bloody arm, let alone look at it. I was afraid that I would lose hope if I looked at his arm.

How could Aaron, my brother who treated me like his entire world, lose an arm?

What did he even do wrong? He just stood up for his sister and taught that sc*mbag a lesson. Why was life so unfair to him?

I couldn't figure this out. In the end, my tears of sorrow had turned into tears of hatred for Jordan. I wanted to rip off his tendons, break his bones and eat him alive!

The operation continued until sunrise. The 'operating' light went out and a nurse pushed Aaron out of the operating room.

He had an IV drip hanging on the side of his bed and his body was covered with a thin blanket. If it weren't for the heavily bandaged arm, he would have looked like he was just sleeping peacefully.

I went forward and laid my head on the bed. There were a few scratches on his face, but they didn't distort his facial features at all. Instead, they made him look like a tough man.

My eyes suddenly turned red. I sniffed and asked, "Doctor, how is my brother?"

After an operation that had lasted throughout the night, the surgeon wasn't in his best condition either. He nodded wearily and said, "He's no longer in a critical state." "However," the doctor hesitated and added, "Mrs.

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Roberts, Mr. Reid's right arm is fractured, he will have to undergo bone setting surgery sometime later. In addition, although he was hospitalized in time, the muscle tissue in his arm is in a necrotic state. Even if that can be restored, his nerves will never recover...'

"That's..." I gulped to calm my nerves and pretended to be calm. "He won't be able to use his right arm anymore?"

The doctor sighed and replied, "With our current medical capabilities, the chances of that are very high."

"You need to be mentally prepared for this."

After that, he left with the nurse in tow.