My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I frowned as I couldn't really understand what she meant.

What did she mean by that? He actually recognized me but refused to acknowledge it?

I thought to myself, who else could take care of their children better than their own mother?

Freya's face turned serious as she said, "It's complicated. I can't explain it clearly in such a short time. I'll need to get back and investigate this."

I wasn't really sure about what was happening, so I just grunted in response.

After thinking about this for a while, I pressed on, "What about the death certificate that Hendrix mentioned earlier? Who was I before?"

The hunch I had moments ago proved to be true. Rather than saying that Hendrix didn't believe that his wife was still alive, it was more likely that he wasn't willing to admit that he even had such a wife.

I felt a little muddled in the head as I gazed at Frey a with a conflicted look on my face. "In fact, it's possible that you're mistaken. You've seen it, too. Maybe his ex-wife and I just have a similar sounding name and similar features."

tell whether I was unable to distinguish the truth, or if I just refused to accept the fact that

of my closest relative's couldn't wait to erase any trace of my life. Then what difference was it compared to being abandoned by the whole world? Compared to being forgotten, I'd rather live an ignorant

I raised my hand and stopped her before she

bad mood and Freya could tell. She stopped forcing me to listen and sent me

the urge to find Irvin. So I asked

difficult

entered the lobby, the receptionist greeted us warmly, "Welcome, Miss. Do you have a scheduled

looking around the

to access chapters

I have yet to visit Irvin's company.

the receptionist heard

with an odd

the luxury to meet with

when I have news."

was doing very well, it was pretty challenging to