My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I knew I should never resort to buying organs from the black market. However, my child was in a life-and-death situation, so of course, my perspective was different.

When a parent had an ill child, they would do anything for them. After all, a parent's love was unconditional, and outsiders would not care the same.

When I arrived at the Roberts Group's office, I headed straight for the elevator alongside a few staff members. They were sneaking glances at me. I frowned and wondered if there was something amiss about my look. But I checked and I looked fine.

I furrowed my brows in irritation. Nobody enjoyed being stared at. I looked at them and asked, "Which department are you all from?"

They were taken aback since I spoke so abruptly. "The marketing department," they said.

I nodded and remained quiet. They fell silent too.

long after that, they asked, "Mrs. Roberts, are you on your way to meet Mr.

some food for him,"

blessed man," one of the employees said. "Come to think of it, the secretary, Miss Zanes, would prepare some snacks for him most of the time..." One of the colleagues nudged her. So, the girl who was speaking cracked an awkward smile and remained

smile on my face, not showing any other

them merely

my smile faded. At times, it was not easy keeping up a

food on my hands. "You're sending food to Mr. Roberts, aren't you?" she said. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

not have anything to chat with her. She looked at me, and after a brief pause, she said, "You must have been

be sure to spend time with your family. You have

would be. "If there's anything you want to tell