My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The lunch was going well until a middle-aged woman appeared and disturbed the peace. She ran straight towards Yohannes and started hitting him. Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice was hoarse. "Yohannes, I can turn a blind eye on you having a mistress and spoiling her. But why did you give her the right to inherit the company? What about Irvin? He's our son! Don't you know the people in Jarold City are going to ridicule him for this?"

The woman was Irvin's mother, Helen Miller. She was ferocious, glaring at Nerissa while she bellowed, "Nerissa, you've won. For ten years I've been fighting you, but I still couldn't win you! You've destroyed my marriage and my family. Why are you doing this to my son now?"

Nerissa seemed oblivious to the claim. She turned to Yohannes and frowned at him, "Why did you change the heir of inheritance for the company to my name?"

"Sooner or later, they will be yours. I'm getting older. I won't be around much longer," Yohannes softly replied to Nerissa. Then, he turned to Helen and said, "I've transferred all

of my assets to Irvin. Besides, he's doing so well with his company in Mesville, isn't he?"

Helen shot daggers at him with her bloodshot eyes, "Yohannes, I'm the one who managed the company with you for all these years. What right do you have to give it to someone else?" "Nerissa isn't someone else. She is my wife," Yohannes firmly answered. He then shifted his gaze to Irvin and asked him to bring Helen home. He sounded tired at the state of affairs. Irvin raised his eyebrows at the request, and he rebuked with coldness, "But isn't she at home?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

started coughing. Nerissa hurriedly went to pat at his back to help clear his lungs. "I won't accept anything from him. Please don't bring pressure on Yohannes anymore. He's

were directed to Irvin and

both Yohannes and Nerissa with hatred and anger. A brief moment later, she held Irvin's hand and said, still trembling from the fury, "Irvin,

wrath. He would have gone berserk on the two of them if

as the absurd situation played out. I

Dalton didn't want his descendants to risk their lives, so

understand why I never heard the Roberts in Ucrebury mentioned Nerissa before. Irvin was already in his thirties,

was too bad that such a thing happened during lunch. It was supposed to be a nice reunion between

a simple checkup

that evening when Yohannes felt better and fell

and she let out a sigh of relief as she looked at Hendrix with guilt, "It's my fault. You two didn't even have a