My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

She was partly responsible during Monique's death that year. If she came here brazenly like this, it probably meant that she had lived peacefully for the past few years. There was a trace of fear hidden on her face. She looked toward Josiah. It seemed like she wasn't scared of Monique, but Josiah.

What a joke. It turned out that Josiah still didn't know about the truth of Monique's death!

"Miss Reid, I know you and Monique are good friends. But people can't come back to life after their death. Besides, aren't people supposed to face forward and live on?" She actually spoke those words so openly.

If I didn't know her past, I would have thought that she must be an elegant and optimistic person.

"One can't come back to life after death, but how does one die?" I looked at Josiah as I laughed derisively. "Josiah, have you ever wondered how Monique died?"

"Miss Reid!" She probably didn't expect that I would be asking Josiah directly. Chloe said urgently, "Didn't Monique pass because she got worked up after your accident? It's a long time ago. Why are you bringing up the past again?"

Why did I bring it up again?

I looked at her. My gaze fell onto her belly which was slightly bulging. I suddenly felt sympathy for her. After all, the child was innocent.

as he

Josiah, you can find it out yourself if you want to know about it. You don't have to ask me. Don't get taken advantage of like a fool,"

the end of the day, Monique's death involved too many people. Chloe deserved the worst, but if I told Josiah those words now, how much different would I be

quite far from the city. I looked at

glanced over at Josiah. She hesitated a moment before she said, "Goodbye,

body stiffened. As if he was hypnotized, he replied, "Goodbye!" He

and I walked down the steps of the cemetery. She was tiny, so she was slow. At last, I carried her

end to it. "Anne,

Anne. If there was a stranger and I never introduced them, Anne wouldn't have said anything. However,

like him much. But he feels different from

but laugh. They were blood-related after all. I

you like that uncle, Mom?" she asked as she laid on my shoulder. She looked

I shook my head. "I don't like him, but I don't hate him either. But he owed something to my

sleepy as a

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