My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix could basically walk on his own. As long as he didn't perform any big movements, his wounds would not be affected.

There was a relatively small gate at the side of the prison, which was for visiting family members to enter.

As we had notified them before our visit, a police officer was waiting for us at the gate. When he saw Hendrix and I, he immediately stepped forward and greeted us, "Mr. and Mrs. Roberts." Hendrix nodded and stretched out his hand to hold my hand while the police officer led the way.

Past the gate was a somewhat desolate walkway. On both sides of the road were training grounds that were almost similar to military training grounds. There was also a building where the prison wardens stayed.

Before we arrived at the visiting hall, the police officer seemed to know about Hendrix's injury and walked slowly.

It took us half an hour before we saw Josiah. Through the thick safety window, Josiah's hands were cuffed, and his face was rather haggard.

However, his fierce temperament was the same as before. Sitting on the chair, he looked at Hendrix. Pursing his lips, he did not pick up the phone receiver.

He leaned back on the chair leisurely and looked at Hendrix with a pair of dark eyes, full of disdain.

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raised my hand to touch the scar on my face and felt a dull

woman. How could I not care

He simply said,

yelled suddenly, with a piercing voice. "I can't be wrong. It's you! You all are the ones who are wrong! It's you

had a burning gaze that caused Josiah's hand, which was holding the phone receiver,

receiver in his hand agitatedly. Hendrix stared