My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Evan found an old document with Irvin's grandfather's signature on it, but I'm not sure yet."

Hendrix was a man who liked to keep a low profile. If he was not more than 80% certain of something, he would not tell me about it.

It was no wonder that Irvin kept telling me to be wary of Hendrix. He must have known what happened that year, so he'd tried to confuse me before Hendrix told me anything.

I was not used to suspecting others with malice, especially Irvin. However, contrary to my belief, he was not the person I'd thought he was.

All of a sudden, Evan's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Sir, we're ready."

Hendrix murmured a response and hung up the phone. "I'll call you tomorrow..."

I brought the phone in front of me and saw that it had returned to the dialing screen. Looking at the only call record, I had mixed feelings in my heart.

Hendrix was not worried about my situation at all.

his fault. After all, this was my

at the image of my baby on the laptop, hoping to find clues about his

watched and watched until

the morning. There was no major change in the weather in Mesville during the winter. The sky was grey as

downstairs, intending to have

a few foreign servants who'd arrived

whether it was because they took my child away and had no fear of me escaping or whether there were other

which made him look like a gentleman. My fate was in his hands. I knew that being afraid wouldn't change anything, so I just calmly walked over and sat

As soon as I sat down, he served me the same

paying close attention to Irvin's every

to Hendrix on the phone last night, I had been trying to figure out if

staring at me like this, I can't help but feel that you are

closed his lips without looking up at me, but his words were extremely

surprised for a moment before I regained my senses. Then, I

Irvin stopped what he was doing and raised his head slowly. Then, staring at me with