My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Sheridan pursed his lips and drove the car without saying anything. After the car entered the highway, he suddenly said, "Do you hate your parents for not being by your side all these years?"

I was taken aback by his question. After all, with my understanding of him, he was someone who rarely asked about trivial matters.

I gave him a small smile and answered, "I would be lying if I said that I didn't hate them. However, I am grateful that I was brought up by my grandma and I got married to Hendrix. Although my current life is not the best, I still have the motivation and passion to live my life to the fullest. Thus, I should be grateful to my parents for bringing me into this world. They probably experienced a lot of difficulties and hardships which led to them abandoning me. However, I still have so many things to look forward to in life, so I no longer hold a grudge against them!"

He stared at me and said with some guilt, "I am also responsible for what happened back then. I shouldn't have kept your father in the dark about your existence. If I had told him the truth, perhaps you would've been brought back to the Moore family earlier."

It was all in the past, so I didn't care about it anymore. I smiled faintly, "Mr. Lawson, most of the time, everything that happens to us is already fated. Don't dwell so much on all the 'what ifs'."

and glanced at Abby, who had fallen asleep on my lap. He spoke, "Her fate must have taken a drastic change after she met you." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

talking. We had

Even though we had left early in the morning, we only reached the village after

weather in December was brutal. The moment I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by a strong chilly breeze. Abby was still drowsy as she had just woken up. Taking in the familiar

road. Fortunately, it hadn't rained recently and the dirt

could hardly see where the entrance was. Seeing that the sky had already turned completely dark and there was no

stood outside the door and shouted for her parents. Fortunately, the dark door soon swung open and the timid

"Amanda, it's me. Madam Reid brought

the house. Sheridan turned the flashlight on and we came face-to-face with a seven-year-old child. He couldn't help asking, "Kid, where