My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Ms. Burton, your face is changing so fast." I glanced at her lightly and picked up my bag. I planed to go directly to Roberts' residence.

Even if Hendrix refused to attend the funeral, I had to go.

I was stopped by Andrea as soon as I got to the door. Hendrix wasn't here and she was no longer pretending to be that innocent. She looked at me and asked coldly, "When will you sign the divorce agreement?"

I was stunned and smiled. Then I looked at her and said, "Miss Burton, are you forcing me to divorce my husband as his mistress?"

"You are a mistress!" It seemed that Andrea didn't like others calling her as a mistress. Her face darkened and she said, "Arianna, if you hadn't stepped in, I would be the lady of the house right now. Now Hendrix's grandpa is dead, no one can protect you and keep you here. If I were you, I would sign the divorce agreement right now. Take the money Hendrix gave you and get the hell out of here." "Miss Burton, it's a pity that you're not me!" I said to her coldly. Ignoring her threatening gestures, I walked past her and prepared to go downstairs. No one in the world could hurt me except Hendrix. Andrea, who was used to being flattered and obeyed by everyone, was ignored by me. So she was totally irritated. She grabbed me by the hand and said, "Arianna, have you no shame? Hendrix doesn't like you. What's the point of staying by his side?"

her, I found it a little funny and said calmly, "Since you know that he didn't like me, why are you so

with shame and couldn't say

"As for what I can do if I stay by his side..." At this point, I softened my tone, "He's so good at night. What do you think I'm here for?" "Arianna, you're so shameless!" Andrea's eyes turned red with anger. Regardless of everything else, she raised her hands to push me. I was standing in front of the stairs. Instinctively,

that Andrea would

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downstairs to see Andrea, who was already lying

a pale face. She said in a weak voice, "My child... My child..." There was blood spreading underneath her, and it stained a large area of the carpet. I

Hendrix's child?

child... Our child..." Andrea grabbed Hendrix's sleeves