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."

distinguish the truth, or if I just refused

what difference was it compared to being abandoned by the whole world? Compared to being forgotten, I'd rather

I raised my hand and stopped her before she could say anything. I said, "Forget it, I don't want to hear it. I'm tired, I want to go

could tell. She stopped forcing me to listen

through the district, I suddenly felt the urge to find Irvin. So I asked Freya

wasn't difficult to

receptionist greeted us warmly, "Welcome, Miss. Do you have a scheduled appointment?" "No, but I

looking around

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consciousness, I have yet to visit Irvin's company. There

the receptionist heard this,

an odd

of friends. Not everyone has the luxury to meet with him personally. Let's get you registered

when I have news."

Irvin's business was doing very well, it was pretty challenging to find any issues