My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The grievance on Andrea's face could be seen clearly. It seemed that being disliked was not something new to her.

However, I was a little curious. Hendrix had cut off her source of income, the Moore Family has cut off their relationship with her. I had returned to Jarold City for a long time and met her several times. Each time, she would wear expensive brands on her body. She did not work, and she had no one to rely on. Why was she able to spend so much? sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Although she was not welcomed, Andrea still had a smile on her face as she bade Valerie and Pedro farewell. It seemed as if she was still the daughter of the Moore family.

Seeing that she had walked far away, Valerie heaved a sigh of relief and said in a cold voice, "This woman is not a good person. She's not pure-minded."

Pedro frowned and didn't say anything.

Looking at the two of them, I laughed and said with some irony, "She was mistaken as someone else, taken in by a family, and got parents inexplicably. Then her parents spoilt her to the point she grew accustomed to being a daughter from a rich family. When she suddenly knew that she had been mistaken, and had to revert to her original state, she lost everything. She hadn't done anything wrong from the very beginning, hadn't she?"

was speechless. Pedro frowned and looked at me, a

members is also very admirable. But as a human, both of you should put yourself in someone else's shoes just as you protect yourself. As long as you are a little tolerant and gentler to others, you would not have pushed away your biological daughter and

old scores. After finishing my sentence, I grabbed my

one is perfect, but because of our imperfection, everyone was unique. We are not good people, nor are we bad

had made the right choices if we thought about our actions and decisions, but at times, we should also think about

then this world would be in chaos. Hendrix stopped the car at the entrance of the restaurant. When he saw me coming out, he got out of the car and stood at the side of it, waving at me. Walking

in his arms and said in a low voice, which was as pleasant

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a hint of helplessness in his voice as he asked, "What