My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Bobbie led us into the house. I was stunned as soon as I entered the house. In the twenty square meters house, seven or eight children and a thin woman were huddled around a coal stove. There was a boiling pot on the stove. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The 15-watt incandescent lamp was too dim and I could barely see what was boiling in the pot. It seemed to be a pot full of cabbage with a few pieces of fatty meat.

When the children saw us coming, they all straightened up at once, and then stood by the wall, giving us their seats.

Bobbie was probably used to this. He looked at the children and said a few words in another dialect, but I couldn't understand anything he said at all. Then he sat down next to the stove and put his hands near the fire to keep warm. He placed his large feet against the stove, occupying more than half of it.

the woman, and then she stood up, looked at me

the woman took out some vegetables from the pot and placed them on a chipped plate in the middle of the table. Among the few children, the youngest looked about three or four years old,

to eat with the children. Bobbie refused, "We have something to do today. When Mr. Lance came to do a check-up for the children last time, he found that Abby's blood type and all other

price you offer. Although Abby is still young, she is quite useful. I didn't raise her in vain. My wife is pregnant again and we

What we are saying now is that we need to extract the bone

man nodded with a smile and replied somewhat indifferently, "I understand what you are talking about. Mr. Hathaway has brought a few people here several times before.

stopped breathing. For a moment, I couldn't