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.

she stood up, looked at me and said awkwardly, "You come and sit

table on the other side of the room. Then, the woman took out some vegetables from the pot and placed

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 aspects are very compatible with my friend's daughter.

thinking, "Okay, I'll accept any 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 need money. Please help me to ask around.

hands together nervously, looked at the father and tried to hold myself back for a while before saying, "Hello, Mister. What we are saying now is

brought a few people here several times before. Don't worry. It's her honor to be able to serve you.

For a moment, I couldn't say a single