My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I thought that people would let go of things, leaving the past in the past, but people differ from each other, and some just never learned to move on.

I was a little surprised that Nerissa had come to find me. Hendrix was very busy while I was also just starting to prepare for my postgraduate entrance exam. The Roberts family had no qualms about her. The nanny informed me from the entrance of the study that Nerissa had arrived.

Once I came down from the initial surprise, I nodded and made my way downstairs.

It had been more than half a month since we last met. She was dressed formally. At the age of 40, her wrinkled face was already showing signs of aging.

Upon seeing me, she slowly took a sip of tea then looked at me, saying, "My brother and his wife had migrated two years ago, and I'm the only elder left in the Roberts family. Whatever it is, you and Hendrix were once married, but the divorce was considered amicable. You didn't take anything with you when you left, so whatever you want now, just say the word and we, the Roberts family, will do our best to meet your requests."

It was obvious that she was here to get rid of me.

I pursed my lips, only replying after a while, "Madam Roberts, are you trying to chase me out?"

not, I just think that regardless of what happened, you are still the official adopted daughter of the Reid family, and the biological daughter of the Moore family. Frankly, I'm just

word she spoke was out of her consideration for me from my point

However...

put it this

guidance, Madam Roberts. You're right. I've divorced Hendrix, so I shouldn't be staying here so boldly. It's rather

you for your kindness, Madam Roberts. I'll

"Child, you've always been so quick on your feet! Look, I just arrived but

eyebrows at

and she was momentarily at a loss for words. Then, she continued, "Of course not, I'm just trying to be considerate of you. I'd like for a lady like you to keep a good reputation." With barely any expression on my

have to be in a hurry to move away just yet. Why not wait till you talk about this with Hendrix later? He's not that easy to reason with. You know him the best, look for one of his faults then move out, that'll

I should start an argument with Hendrix, then take the initiative to move

a rebellious bone in me. Anger slowly welled up

"There's no need for so many excuses, I wasn't planning to stay here for long