My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Revenge for my mother's murder on your child..." Andrea slipped as she got agitated.

Valerie's face turned cold. She called out to stop Andrea, "Andrea Burton!!"

Nerissa was not stupid either. She eyed Valerie in a daze, narrowed her eyes a little and didn't speak anymore.

Valerie was indeed a cunning lady. She looked at me and said, "Miss Reid, where did you even hear this sort of rumor? If you have your suspicions about the baby, you can wait till the baby is born to perform the DNA test, no? Must it have to be now, at this time?"

Speaking of which, she turned to look at Nerissa and said, "But let me be clear. If we really conducted a DNA test, no matter what the result, the Roberts must not receive a dime, nor have any relation with the child even if it really belongs to Hendrix. After all, Andrea and Hendrix have no reason to stay in touch or be in a relationship. The Moore family will just raise the child. Our family has the resources to do so." Huh! Her words just didn't make any sense.

Nerissa frowned slightly. She looked a little disgruntled. She felt like retorting but at the same time she looked as if she couldn't find the right words to say.

Instead, she simply smiled and replied, "Well, since this is about a child, I feel like we should also listen to what Hendrix has to say about it. I'm just his aunt and I don't have the rights to make this sort of decision. Furthermore, Hendrix is also a family man. I believe that he would know the best decision when the time comes."

had thrown the ball of decision making to Hendrix, leaving him to fill in the hole. That way, she will neither offend Valarie nor Hendrix himself. Valerie's face turned gloomy. Tugging on Andrea, she then left with her. Aunt Nerissa, on the other hand, turned to look at me with a heavy, questioning gaze that was unreadable to me.

It was six o'clock.

call came through the phone. I picked it up and

His voice sounded casual and light. I couldn't guess what he was feeling or thinking on the other

not to guess anymore, I just gave him a short reply. I lifted my head to glance at the clock and saw that it was indeed

next day so I figured that I would need to take a look at some of

documents and placed them on the table. I grabbed a pen and wrote down a checklist of things to bring along the trip. Realizing that there isn't any sound coming

that he was still on the line. I continued again, "I

burly, well-built man was standing in the doorway. I was

phone. Striding towards my desk, he said, "Now is the time where people get off work. It's a given that I

A given?