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.

Roberts, are you on your way

nodded. "Yes, I'm taking up some food for him,"

"Mr. Roberts is indeed a 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

showing any

merely smiled, and

out of the elevator as soon as it opened. Immediately, my smile faded. At times, it was not easy keeping

she directed her gaze at the food on

anything to chat with her. She looked at me, and after a brief pause, she said, "You

a brief pause. "No matter how busy you are, be sure to spend time with your family. You have to be

there's anything you want to tell me, please be frank... You don't have to