My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The truth would come to light.

We freshened ourselves up and went out again to look for Trent.

The living room was empty; Trent nowhere to be found.

I grabbed a maid and asked, "Where is your master?"

The maid lowered her head in respect. "He is asleep."

Hendrix raised his gaze to glance upstairs. Although it had been years since Hendrix moved out and he rarely came back, he still remembered where Trent's room was.

We went upstairs and stood outside Trent's room. Hendrix raised his hand to knock on the door. "Uncle Trent?"

The corridor was quiet, and there was no answer.

Hendrix looked like he expected this. He smirked, yet his gaze seemed cold. He led me downstairs to the living room to wait.

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if he had just woken up. "When you're old, you sleep more. If the servants hadn't told me, I would have thought it was a dream." "Uncle Trent, you should rest earlier if you're tired." Hendrix said, his lips curled slightly upwards. Then, with

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forced a smile and said, "It

at a young age. Once my business in Jarold City stabilizes, I will still come back

could say anything, Kennedy said, "You were raised by Master Roberts. We didn't do anything. Just take good care of your own

have to think

time." .

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had never been fond of Hendrix.

Kenedy were acting

should take you to Jarold City so that we can take care of

the Roberts family." Hendrix leaned on the sofa

We really don't want to move anymore..."

I was quietly observing