My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1947

I didn't have any impression of Jennifer, but I remembered what I overheard from before. Besides, she had very similar facial features to Hendrix. I knew that they were related, so I greeted her, "Miss Marshall" purely out of respect.

As soon as Jennifer heard this, she exaggeratedly raised her hand to cover her chest and pretended to have a heart attack. She was surprised, flustered, and was in absolute disbelief, "You... you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she collected herself and turned to look at Hendrix. She was calm as she said, "She's a lookalike. The real Arianna is dead. Even the police presented us with her death certificate. You're being deceived, Hendrix."

She sounded so certain as thought she wasn't afraid of being exposed.

Well, someone who has been pronounced dead and had everything destroyed wouldn't be able to call her out.

Next to me, Jennifer was Hendrix's closest family member. It was clear who was more important to him. Since Hendrix willingly allowed his son to change his last name to Marshall, that was a very telling bit of proof.

servant came over to serve him some water. When he caught sight of me, he was so excited that he immediately scrambled

Wynn tried to break free from the servant. The quiet living room instantly

though she had committed a huge mistake as she tried

be obedient. Wait for me over there. Once I'm done, I'll come to see

and agreed. "I get it, I'm a good boy. Madam Reid, please hurry

stopped talking, and the living room suddenly fell silent. The

moment, Evan retrieved two maternity test reports and handed them to Hendrix, who slammed them on the coffee table in front of him, beltowing, "My dearest sister, explain this

as she began to say, "I... Back then, when we fought for custody, the Reid family wasn't willing to hand the child over, and you weren't willing to give in. I had to do this so that you could win the lawsuit and bring the successor of our family home. Since the Reid family wouldn't mistreat the child, we can

was stammering, but gradually,

sharp, her attitude