My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hearing this, my breathing sped up.

No wonder Mr. Clark had avoided me the last time I went to Anne's school. Now that I think about it, everything made sense.

Josiah had planned everything from the start. His identity and name, and perhaps even his appearance, had been modified so that he could hide around Anne.

No one was better at deceiving people than him.

Without hesitating, I turned around and rushed upstairs. As I walked, I reminded Aaron, "I'll have the principal arrange things for me tomorrow."

Josiah was way too dangerous. I couldn't let Anne be around him for another moment.

When I entered her room, she was already lying in bed. Maria was telling her a story with a book in her hand. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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storybook from her and

the pillow, but her large eyes were still wet from tears and reflected the lights in her room. They sparkled as

not transfer schools?" Anne asked

couldn't bear

out my hand to pat her head, I changed the subject, "Anne, if Uncle and I were gone, and you were left all alone,

Anne blinked

to walk a very long way before we can take you home. But now, there are some bad people who want to hurt us. If you continue going

her cheeks bulged as she sobbed. She climbed out of the quilt, held my arm, and refused to let go. "Mom! I don't want you

no other choice. This

daughter. You have to take