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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"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 an ingenuine smile, his gaze fell

for more than 20 years. Another 10 hours

as he forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter. I have plenty of

to your health, Uncle Trent. I lost my parents at a young age. Once my business in Jarold City stabilizes,

raised by Master Roberts. We

have to think

time." .

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had never been fond of Hendrix. She even publicly said that Hendrix was an

and Kenedy were

right, but I think we should take you to Jarold City so that we can take care of

Hendrix

been in Ucrebury for most of our lives. We really don't want to move anymore..." Trent and Kennedy didn't want to live with Hendrix. No matter what Hendrix

I was quietly observing