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?"

Reid family, and the biological daughter of the Moore family. Frankly, I'm just trying to be considerate of you from your perspective. You have such a brilliant background, it would be terrible if any

from my point of view. Technically, I

However...

up. Since she had already put it this way, I didn't have any

chest, "Thank you for your guidance, Madam Roberts. You're right. I've divorced Hendrix, so

"Thank you for your kindness, Madam Roberts. I'll pack up my

always been a straightforward person. Once I finished speaking, I turned to go upstairs, but she stopped me midway. With a smile on her face, she said, "Child, you've always been so quick on your feet! Look, I just arrived

raised my eyebrows

I'd like for a lady like you to keep a good

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

implying that I should start an argument

rebellious bone in me. Anger slowly welled up within me, and I couldn't help

need for so many excuses, I wasn't planning to stay