My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Are you not going to explain it?" A deep voice came from behind. I was stunned for a second until I realized it was Josiah who had followed me behind.

I was overwhelmed with a sense of dread but I tried to remain calm, "What to explain?"

He raised his eyebrows, "What if he wrongly accused you for pushing Andrea?"

I looked down to the floor as a sense of bitterness engulfed me, "It doesn't matter who did it, what matters most is that Andrea was hurt. Well, there must be someone to bear the responsibility." "Fine!" Josiah went straight out of the villa with his medical kit in his hand.

Perhaps he went to check on Andrea's condition at the hospital.

It just took an hour to drive from the villa to Robert's mansion, but I felt as if it took forever as I was in complete drowsiness.

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as soon as it reached Robert's mansion because I felt sick inside. I tried to force everything out of my

Roberts? Well, you must be so delicate now that only a ride could turn you into this." A voice came out of

in an accident a few years back, leaving Hendrix

aunt. Well, grudges seemed

hide the uncomfortable feeling of my stomach while greeting her politely, "Nice

my poor background, Dalton had treated me so well. Perhaps, this was the reason behind her grudge. It could also because the old man was so fond of Hendrix that he entrusted the whole family to Hendrix. I guessed Kennedy just couldn't accept this,

master did not even attend his grandfather's funeral?" The funeral was crowded with people so I had to put on my Pan Am smile. I tried to find an excuse as it might be inappropriate for Hendrix's

Kennedy didn't make fun of me in order not to lose face in

in the middle of the hall. A high-end cinerary casket was hidden behind the memorial tablet, with ashes after the cremation. White flowers could be seen on every edge of the house, and there were also religious things to pay tribute and respect to

upper class. While Trent and Kennedy were in charge of greeting the people inside and outside of the mansion, I was in charge of

Parker greeted me as she was

only person in charge of taking care of Dalton. Although the Roberts was wealthy and influential, there were not many members of the family. In addition, Dalton preferred

box and reminded me in great compassion, "This is what