My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was considering whether I should wait for Hendrix to be done with whatever he was occupied with and call him again, but then my phone vibrated.

It was a WhatsApp text from Hendrix, "Honey, I'll take care of myself. Don't worry."

I smiled subtly. Since he didn't forget to joke around during such a crucial situation, he was probably fine.

I put my phone down and went to the nursery to check on my two children. When I passed by Anne's bedroom, the door was left ajar and a light shone out of the gap. Then, I walked in. Anne was still awake at this time of the night. The computer screen was on, and there she was, sitting in front of the monitor, alone, with her head hung low. I couldn't tell what she was up to.

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I slowed down and walked behind Anne skeptically to take a look. It turned out that she was actually doing her homework, and on the computer screen was a mathematics exercise sheet for fourth graders. I was a little taken aback. The school term had just begun, and yet Anne was already learning at such a level?

this for a while, I noticed her fourth grade homework exercises on the table as well. She was so focused on her work that she hadn't noticed

such a small child

walked over to her right and made sure that she could see me. Then, I bent over and slung

exclaimed and beamed when she saw me. She moved her hands away to reveal the contents of the exercise book and proudly said, "Mathematics is

so..."

was nothing special about it. But judging from the content, all her answers were correct,

together and beamed. She

too when she was still alive. She was especially good with numbers, so after she became the boss, she feasted

also one of the ways that proved Monique's existence in this

back to its original place, I stretched out my arm and stroked Anne's head. I smiled while encouraging her, "Anne, you really are amazing. I'm so proud of you, but you're still young and it's a crucial period for you to grow. Go to sleep

seemed a little hesitant, but she finally chose to listen to me. She pulled her