My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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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?"

still clutching the bread and bottle of water we had given her. Then, she said, "Madam Reid, why haven't we seen Susan's car after driving for a long time? I saw many vehicles on the road,

I thought that she had been staring out the window, looking at the scenery outside. I didn't expect that she had been looking for Susan's van all along the

suppressed my emotions and said, "Abby, Susan is with someone else now. I don't

said, she lowered her head and fell silent. She just looked at the bread in her hand, appearing a little depressed. I wanted to comfort her,

keep silent. After a while, Sheridan said to me, while driving, "Miss Reid, you can take a nap. We're still a few hours' drive

fall asleep because there was something bothering me. I asked him, "Mr. Lawson, are all the villagers like this? How can they treat each of their children so

love that woman had in her eyes when she carried her son on her back. However, why were her daughters so

there are too many things we don't

where they can

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