My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Anne nodded excitedly, "Of course!"

After a pause, she seemed to remember something. She took Charles' hand and said, "Grandpa, let's go. The grapes Mom grew on the wall has ripened. Let's go and pick them."

The little fellow was a flurry of kiddy emotions. She hastily pulled Charles to the backyard.

Norman looked at me strangely and asked, "You're Charles' daughter?"

How should I tell him?

After thinking for a moment, I began to explain. "Four years ago, he adopted me four years ago, so I guess you can say that I'm his daughter."

He fell into silence for a while and did not continue asking more questions.

It was best to keep a distance from people. Everyone harbored secrets of their own that could not be revealed to others.

Halfway through dinner, a knock sounded at the door.

knock, she immediately jumped out

I heard Anne say, "Mommy, there's a

saw Cecil. She walked in with

could even get a word out, she grabbed me and knelt before

me any way you want. My father is innocent." When I heard this, I started to understand what was going on. Charles always worked so

tomorrow to conduct the investigation;

few hours had past and Cecil had already come to

hands away from mine. I took two steps back to keep my distance from her and said, "Miss

and Norman, who had been eating also

surprised when

hurried forward and cried, "Mr. Reid, please let my father go. He is just an ordinary man. He has been carrying out his duties properly all these years. It was me. I shouldn't have caused so much trouble and I shouldn't have been so arrogant and

aren't afraid of anyone, but we're different. My father has

were filled with accusations of us using our power and influence to oppress others, regardless of whether they were the truth or otherwise. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

he heard her words,

at me, eyes urging me to