My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I thought these words would stir a ripple in his heart, but Johannes was unfazed. He was as calm as a bystander. "Are you done talking?" He asked lightly. I wasn't sure whether Hendrix had inherited his personality or if the Roberts were all unnaturally calm. At this moment, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. It was as if I was facing another Hendrix - a man who harbored no special feelings for me and was absolutely rational. How horrifying was an absolutely rational Hendrix? Using the Roberts name to get into Jarold City with Eddison as a protective shield, many wealthy families were afraid of them. They could only beg for mercy in the face of such fierce competition. I narrowed my eyes and composed myself before I looked at him again calmly. "Hendrix is your flesh and blood. How could you be so cruel to him?" I let out a long sigh. I lowered my head, hoping to make peace, "Even if you don't apologize, you should tell him the truth, at least. What happened during the accident? Where is Hendrix's mother now?" "You don't need to know these," Johannes lifted his arms and crossed them in front of his chest. "You should be glad that the babies you gave birth to are different from Hendrix." He paused for a moment, then suddenly let out an inexplicable sneer. Lowering his gaze, he muttered to himself, "This is also the only use for keeping Hendrix alive." "Enough!" I couldn't take it anymore. "What do you take Hendrix for? A tool to continue the bloodline? Even if that's the case, you should at least give him respect and care! You obviously think you're perfect, but everyone knows someone like you isn't worthy of defining Hendrix's life." Some people only appeared polished on the outside but were utterly rotten within. Johannes seemed to be surprised by my reaction, and his expression changed. Then, finally, he calmed down and said slowly, "Do you know what price you'll pay for talking to me like this?" I calmed down in the face of such an arrogant tone. There was no need to waste time talking to someone like him. No one in the world could be so reckless. If Johannes was really that confident, he would not approach me for a negotiation. The priority was to remove the thorn in Hendrix's heart. I purposely gave out a defeated sigh. I slowly stood up and secretly scanned the room from the corner of my eye. My phone was laying on top of a cabinet a short distance away. "You're right. I'm young, and I didn't think things through. But the children are Hendrix's, after all. I can't make the decision on my own, so I'd have to convince him first, right?" "You only need to give the babies to me. I'll take care of Hendrix," Johannes said. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. While he was talking, I had already made my way to the cabinet and deliberately raised my hands in front of my chest. I turned my back against him and quickly dialed Hendrix's number. By this time, Hendrix should have realized that he had been our family business, but I don't understand why you chose to wait two decades instead of choosing Hendrix? Did Hendrix's mother wrong you back then? Is that why you hate your own flesh and blood?"