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.

Upon hearing the knock, she immediately jumped out of her seat and ran out. I got up and

I heard Anne say, "Mommy, there's

I went out hurriedly and saw Cecil. She walked in with a haggard face

Before I could even get a word out, she

It has nothing to do with my father. You can torture me any way you want. My father is innocent." When I heard

conduct the investigation; I did not expect things to be wrapped up

had past and Cecil had already come to my house

two steps back to keep my distance from her and said, "Miss Parker, you're talking to the wrong person. This is not a church. You

who had been eating also

were all surprised when they saw

go. He is just an ordinary man. He has been carrying out

anyone, but we're different. My father has been doing what was required of him

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clean. When he heard her words, his face darkened

he looked at me, eyes urging me to explain who