My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Are you still worried about Sebastian?" Hendrix asked. He leaned over and covered Anne with his jacket.

I tugged on the hem of his jacket and held Anne tightly against me. I could not help but sigh. "Not really. I just feel that I didn't take good care of Anne," I told him.

If Monique were still alive, even if she were a single mother, Anne would be leading a healthy, albeit ordinary life. However, because of me, Anne had to undergo so many organ transplants at such a young age, which had almost cost her life.

I had done so little for Anne. Even Emma was the one who'd prepared the lucky pendant for Anne. It reminded me that I hadn't prayed for Anne in the past year. I couldn't be regarded as a qualified mother. If Monique could see all of this, she would probably blame me for not taking good care of Anne.

Hearing this, Hendrix fell into silence for a while and then looked at me. Then, after a while, he said in a certain tone, "You gave her a loving home."

I didn't reply to him. Instead, I stared dazedly at the lucky pendant around Anne's neck for a long while.

and we'd have to get back to work after that, so Hendrix and I decided to take a good rest at home on the eighth day of the new year. However, I was woken up by

you say that you don't want to go anywhere today?" I asked as I sat up,

have something urgent to do today. I'll be out in half an hour. Hurry up and get yourself ready," Hendrix said. Seeing that I had woken up, he got out of bed to change his clothes. "This is so sudden. What's going on?" I asked. I yawned and

time with Hendrix's elders while we were in Ucrebury, we had to get up early in the mornings. We either exercised with Uncle Trent or went jogging with Aunt Nerissa every morning. It was a tough time. Now that

he did not respond for a long time, I opened one eye and glanced through the slits

my eyes.

in front of the mirror. The collar of his shirt was upright and angular, and his every movement was pleasing to my eyes.

can make time to meet

Jules was not a strange

of articles like "The Father of IVF, Amos Jules." Even though