My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

All of a sudden, I realized that I could not hate Valerie because she was my mother. Hendrix was actually the reason behind all her wrongdoings.

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Andrea was innocent, and so was Valerie and Hendrix.

Everything everyone did was out of love for the people they cared about. In the end, even if everyone emerged from this bruised and scarred, there was no way for them to truly hate each other.

Hendrix still wanted to say something, but I pushed him away. The past should be left alone because once probed, you wouldn't even know who to pin the blame on anymore.

I locked the door of the bedroom to keep the both of us separated.

He stood outside the door and did not say anything. He was unusually silent.

I did not know how to manage the hatred that still simmered in my heart. I began to think that perhaps I was just making a big fuss about

things.

That night, just as predicted by the weather forecast, there was heavy snow in Jarold City.

sat on the balcony and watched the snow all night. My

not live like this, pretending as if nothing had happened. The

balcony in a daze. My

a little surprised. Why was

answered the phone. He sounded anxious and worried, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Roberts is in

that. Why did Hendrix go to

pause, I

said, "Mr. Roberts said that he would atone for his sins, so he came to the Moore Family villa. It's snowing heavily and he's been there for a few hours. I'm afraid

were memories that should never be brought up, that should never resurface. Otherwise, a lot of people would be in

I said as I felt the

had already fallen asleep. When I stepped out of the villa, it was snowing heavily. It seemed that I could

slowly, and when I arrived at the Moore Family's villa, an hour had

Moore Family villa was brightly lit. Most people were

I saw Hendrix who was almost completely

villa's door. His black coat was already piled up with a thick layer of white snow. It seemed that he had been there for

perseverance enabled him