My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1948

Hendrix finally showed a trace of emotion on his face. Anger surged from his deep gaze as he spoke with his cold voice, "You're right. I've forgotten a lot of things, so I won't take our relationship into consideration. I gave you that chance, but you didn't appreciate it. Don't blame me for not showing you any mercy, Jennifer Marshall."

Jennifer seemed to have been slapped in the face. She slumped onto the sofa behind her without saying a word.

She probably never expected Hendrix to be so cold and indifferent towards her, his biological sibling.

The resolution in Hendrix's words was severely irreversible.

Jennifer was stunned for a moment before she shot Hendrix a glare, unwilling to give in, "Hendrix, you're being deceived by them!"

All of a sudden, she pointed in my direction and shouted, "Let's not talk about this woman with Arianna's face. Even if she was Arianna, Dad would never let her get close to you. It's true that I lied to you, but what about Dad? Don't tell me that

you don't trust him as well? If it weren't for Arianna having seduced those men, the Marshall family wouldn't have had to be relocated. Have you forgotten everything Dad said?"

Hendrix had run out of patience. He sat still without any reaction.

Evan understood and gestured towards Jennifer while turning to look at his men. Someone then came forward and forced Jennifer out.

tolerated her because he didn't want to seem petty, so he hid

Jennifer left, the atmosphere in the hall finally calmed

then, Hendrix's eyes fell on Irvin. His eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, and his smile gave us goosebumps as he said, "Mr. Granger, I just happened to run into

bodyguard from the side door entered

face was

cheeks were

such cold weather, she only had a long sleeve shirt. Her face looked pale,

simple clothes and was seemingly timid and afraid. The mother and son snuggled up to each

expression on her face froze. She stood rooted to the ground as though she had been immobilized. Her eyes instantly welled up

was usually calm and composed, furrowed his eyebrows and had a conflicted expression on his

to be your wife and the child, your son. I'm curious.

Wife? Son?

I was

all honesty, my feelings for

There was no lovey-dovey relationship between us. Even though he had lied about us being engaged before, I could accept that. What I couldn't accept was that his wife and child were forced to live

glamorous one.