My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1964

"Forget it. One is enough. Plus, I don't want to have anything to do with men anymore." Freya smiled faintly. "We're talking about you. Don't change the subject."

Just like that, we went back to talking about me. "You two have been involved with each other for so many years. It'd be great if you were able to find love and your memories again, but if there's no going back to how things were before, then you have to think about yourself and the child. The Marshall family knows that you're still alive. They will not let things be..."

Some things didn't need to be explained. I could tell what kind of people the Marshall family were just from how the treated Jennifer.

However, I was pretending to be Arianna just for the sole purpose of regaining custody of Hendrix's child. This was a good thing for the Marshall family. There was no reason for them to be upset.

"I haven't thought about these things yet. Hendrix's plan is to get his daughter back," I responded casually.

Freya was stunned for a moment. "What about you? Do you agree with his plan?"

I caught the surprise in her eyes. I pursed my lips as I thought about this. Then, I said, "Mothers should be there with their children as they grow up. I've already missed six whole years of that. I don't want to miss anymore."

Upon hearing that, Freya lowered her head and fell into deep thought. Silently, she picked up her coffee and sipped it.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

out. "There are some things that we have to experience ourselves to know what it feels like. Since you feel it is right to file a lawsuit against the Reid family, then do it. I think, compared to winning the lawsuit, some people would be happier just

aback

Reid family

was the case, why haven't they looked for her in the past six years and

Freya was right.

listening about something only

so much. I'd have experience it to know just how much sadness was hidden among

bored listening to an adult conversation, as soon enough they'd

left, I woke Wynn up and asked,

rubbed his eyes with one hand and held my pinky with

other, and

the hall, Cyril appeared out of nowhere with

a little nicer to me?" Cyril complained. He then turned around and bent down. He had a gentle smile on his face. "Little guy, here's a small gift I've