My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Andrea watched Hendrix fidget and said with a smile, "Is that true, Hendrix?"

I...

After finding myself a seat, I held my chin and said solemnly, "Aunt Nerissa, how old were you when you left home?"

Nerissa didn't answer me, but Hendrix did. He quickly replied, "Fifteen years old!"

I raised my eyebrows, "Hendrix, Grandpa said that when you were five, you were sent to Mesville after your parents' accident. You only returned to Ucrebury when you were twenty. Does this mean you finished a whole pot of porridge at the age of five? Was the pot tiny, or did five-year-old Hendrix just have an incredible appetite?"

Hendrix narrowed his eyes and looked at me, "I actually hate pumpkin porridge."

Long story short, Nerissa had no idea what she was saying and was basically talking nonsense.

I shrugged and glanced indifferently at Nerissa, whose face was pale with embarrassment. Then, I picked up the bowl of porridge that Minnie had just brought to me and handed it to Hendrix. "Have some. We have things to do later."

on her crap, but she still refused to let me have a good morning. She looked at Hendrix and said, "Hendrix, Andrea and I want to go to Roberts Group in a moment. Why don't you take us there since

and looked at her blankly.

heading to Roberts Group, so why would that not be on the way?" Nerissa's expression looked sour

asked in a soft voice, "Hendrix, you don't really want

her. He nodded his

I...

eyes started to redden. She

stopped by Nerissa. "Andrea, don't you get it? Obviously,

spoke, she pulled Andrea back to the dining table. Nerissa looked at Hendrix and asked, "Where

He set down the bowl in his hand and said, "I have something

eating after a few mouthfuls, he frowned,

good, it's just a

what do you mean by that? I'm in a bit of a bind right

amused. I decided that I had enough for breakfast. "Oh, so you are aware that you're our aunt, Madam Roberts. There shouldn't be any aunt in the 21st century who would let their nephew take on