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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it reached Robert's mansion because I felt sick inside. I tried to force everything out of my stomach but nothing came

so delicate now that only a ride could turn you into this." A voice came out of the door

in an accident a few years back, leaving Hendrix as their only child. Hendrix's

me while standing at the gate. She was Trent's wife, and she was also my aunt. Well, grudges seemed to take place a lot in the rich family, and I had been

hide the uncomfortable feeling of my stomach while greeting her

had treated me so well. Perhaps, this was the reason behind her grudge. It could also because the old man was so fond

look. Realizing that there was no one else in the car, she gave me a long face, "Humph, how come the Hendrix, the young 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 absence, "Hendrix has something urgent

was not fond of me, Kennedy didn't make fun of me in order not to lose face in front of

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

figure, many people came to pay him their respects, and most of them were from the upper class. While Trent and Kennedy were in charge of greeting the people inside and outside

greeted me as

the 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 to be alone, which was away from all the hassle

box and reminded me in great compassion,