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?

noticed her fourth grade homework exercises on the table as well. She was so focused

such a

her right and made sure that she could see me. Then, I bent over and slung my arm over her shoulder while asking softly, "What

moved her hands away to reveal the contents of the exercise book and proudly said, "Mathematics is so interesting. Mr. Clark praised

so..."

the book with a grin and casually flipped through it. There was nothing special about it. But judging from the content, all her answers were correct, even though they were

her lips together and beamed. She was very

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

the ways that proved

placing her homework 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

on the table and back at me. Anne seemed a little hesitant, but she finally chose to listen to me. She pulled her lips