My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix was silent for a moment before he spoke in a very serious tone, "Arianna, I know you're worried and care very much about Anne, but you must promise me that no matter what happens, we can't hurt S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

anyone, okay?"

I nodded and replied, "Okay, I won't. You have to believe me!"

His affectionate voice came from the other end of the line, "Okay, I believe you!"

I understood the meaning of Hendrix's words. He was afraid I was willing to do anything just to save Anne, that I inadvertently hurt someone else in the process. My mind was very torn. On one hand, I was worried about Anne and wanted to save her no matter what. On the other hand, I was doubting my choice of bringing Abby into this. Both of them were just young children who had so much hope and promise. Once Abby underwent the operation, no matter how well we took care of her, it would eventually still cause damage to her body.

I chatted with Hendrix for a while before hanging up the phone. When I saw Abby gazing at me with a pair of watery eyes, I thought she was hungry and said to her, "We're getting home soon. Abby, are you hungry?"

after driving for a long time? I saw many vehicles on the road,

five-year-old child. I thought that she had been staring out the window, looking at the scenery outside. I didn't expect that she had

and said, "Abby, Susan is with someone else now. I don't know where she is

fell silent. She just looked at the bread in her hand, appearing

said to me, while driving, "Miss Reid, you can take a nap. We're still a few hours' drive away. I'll

couldn't fall asleep because there was something bothering me. I asked him, "Mr. Lawson, are all the

saw how much distress and love that woman had in her eyes when she carried her

and said, "In this world, there are too many things we don't know. The suffering that

the moment of birth. Some people were born into rich families where they can live a worry-free

already night time when we arrived at the villa, and Hendrix was waiting for me in the living room. The houses in the south did not have underfloor heating. He had started a fire in the fireplace to warm up the living room. He was reading a book while