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.

on?" Josiah asked as he saw that I kept my mouth

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," I

but if I told Josiah those words now, how much different would

cemetery was quite far from the city. I looked at Anne who was staring dazedly at the

as she glanced over at Josiah. She hesitated a moment before

stiffened. As if

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

was no end to it. "Anne, did you like the uncle we met just

I never introduced them, Anne wouldn't have said anything. However, she called

from the other uncles," the little fellow spoke

laugh. They were blood-related after

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

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

be sleepy as a long yawn rang

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