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

some food for

in return. "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

a smile on my face, not showing any other reaction. I merely replied, "That's

of them merely smiled, and

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

at the food on my hands. "You're sending food to Mr. Roberts, aren't you?" she

There was nothing in common between us, so I did not have anything to chat with her. She looked at me, and after a brief pause, she said, "You must have been busy

pause. "No matter how busy you are, be sure to

I thought I would be. "If there's anything you want to tell me, please be frank... You don't have to beat around