My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After dinner, Sawyer returned to the company while Hendrix took Anne and I to register her residence permit.

In the car.

There was something I wanted to say that I held back for a while now. I glanced at Hendrix and finally asked, "Isn't Sawyer Valerie's biological son?"

I had seen how much Valerie doted on Andrea, but she didn't seem to care much about Sawyer.

He started his car and focused on driving. He replied, "When Sawyer's father married Valerie, Sawyer's mother had died in a car accident, so Sawyer lived together with Valerie when he was a teenager." As a teenager, Sawyer didn't have much affection for Valerie.

"Why did Valerie invite us for dinner?" I asked. Logically speaking, I was the last person she would want to see.

At the traffic light junction, the car came to a gradual stop. He glanced at me and replied, "Do you still resent them?"

I was stunned, "What do you mean?" "Do you still resent Valerie and Andrea?" Hendrix asked.

my lips and subconsciously peered at Anne who had fallen asleep. I couldn't help but say, "I have no choice but to move past it. I've still got

on. Though I couldn't forget about Monique or

Andrea and Valerie were not doing well

for years, paired with his good connections

skimmed through the three pages on my residence booklet and said with a smile, "We have a new member

his gaze fell on my registered permanent residence, he frowned and asked, "Has your

but I thought that if I

his eyebrows, "Doesn't Aaron have the

was already grown. He was fostered at Grandma's house. Later, when the Reid family sent people to look for me, they took him away. Perhaps his registered permanent residence has always been the

eyes, "The Reid family is so powerful in Jarold City. Haven't you ever thought about why Aaron's father didn't let him be fostered by someone with better financial stability, and chose your

so at the time." Nobody could be sure because this

set his eyes on Anne gently and spoke, "Would a lonely old woman who lived in a small county town know

I frowned. I had always wondered about how my grandmother knew Master Roberts. When she brought me

true that Grandma had spent her whole life in the small county town of