My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I did not know to what extent what Chloe said had affected Monique. Even lan, who was by her side at that point in time, only managed to hear part of what Chloe said.

He sneered and stopped talking as he directed his gaze back to Anne. "I won't marry Chloe. Anne is a Saunders. She'll have to return to the Saunders eventually."

I was stunned. I didn't expect him to be this blunt.

I felt devastated. I raised my head, looked at him, and eventually lost my composure, "Josiah, Anne is not going back to the Saunders'. This was what Monique wanted. In fact, this was a decision I made for Anne's emotional development's sake. If you insist on taking her away from me, you'd have to go through me."

Hendrix was not in a good mood either. He stared at Josiah before interjecting coldly, "Anne won't follow you back to the Saunders'. You gave your consent for her to stay with us." Looking at Hendrix, Josiah sneered, "You also promised that you'd take good care of Myra, but she's dead now. So, please explain yourself." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Myra?

Who was she?

know very well how things panned out. Honestly, did you really think Monique and Myra's death were accidents?" Josiah pulled a long, hurt face. He looked at Hendrix indignantly and replied, "Are

not catching on to what he said. He looked at me while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can you bring Anne downstairs and wait for me there?" I nodded. I wanted Anne to leave. After all, I did not want her to be emotionally affected by any of this. Fortunately, Josiah did not go berserk. He merely looked at us as we got up to leave. When I reached the ground floor, I decided to walk out of the restaurant as I was worried someone would recognize me. We sat on a platform decorated with flowers beside Hendrix's car. Anne leaned on me. Although she was young, she understood some things. She looked at

heart was throbbing ever so lightly. I replied while

gives birth to a

Before I could respond,

shocked. She kept asking, "Mommy, are

Nonetheless, I still felt very much under the weather. As I pulled Anne in my arms, I felt a little

no surprise of mine. She looked way more haggard than the last

happened

smirked scornfully at me. "Hendrix is infertile. So, is Irvin the father? To think that I

wanting to quarrel with her in front of Anne. At that moment, I was relieved to