My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

As soon as Trent finished speaking, he leered at Hendrix before turning around and going upstairs.

"Uncle Trent." Hendrix stopped him and was about to say something. However, Kennedy interrupted him agitatedly, "It's getting late. Your Uncle Trent hasn't been in good health lately. Let's talk about it another day."

As she spoke, she went over to support Trent up the stairs. Hendrix and I were left speechless.

Hendrix was slightly unhappy when he returned to his room. He stood alone on the balcony and lit a cigarette.

He had just suddenly found out that he was not related to the family whom he had lived with for decades. No one in their right mind could calmly accept a revelation of this magnitude. Most importantly, Trent seemed to be a little resistant to Hendrix because of Johannes.

Hendrix was mentally and physically exhausted from days of continual deceit. The closer he got to the truth, the more it seemed like he was going to lose everything.

As the elderly weren't fit to handle too much at a time, Hendrix didn't want to push Trent too hard.

He could only try his best to endure everything and prepared himself to stay in Ucrebury for a few more days.

But our plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Trent and his wife saw through our plan and left very early the next morning. When we went downstairs, no one was in sight.

"You can't wake a person that is pretending to be asleep. I don't think you can get anything out of them anymore." I sighed.

Hendrix stared in the direction of the gate for a few seconds, then took out his phone and dialed Trent's number.

a while before Trent picked

are going on a long trip. It was something we planned prior to your visit. You're welcome

not give him the chance to finish. "Uncle Trent, I won't force you to tell me what you don't want to. I just don't

was silent for a moment before saying, "Let's meet up at the coffee

hour later, we arrived at the cafe at exactly nine in the

two cups of coffee and sat by the

to half an hour, we heard a sharp screech over

by the

"You call this driving?"

will they survive

up and check

at how unpredictable life could be, not paying

looked away and pondered for a moment.

brows,

got up and walked out, and

squeezed through the crowd and the scene of the car accident quickly came into

man

blood, and there was no way to see how she looked before.