My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2043

We entered the basement through the garage. Aaron's guards were stationed nearby in casual uniform. This alone would scare off Nathan's accomplices who wanted to rescue Nathan and his wife. Hendrix had been supporting me with his arm as we walked down into the basement. It was lit up by a dim, yellow light. After making about four turns, we finally saw Nathan and his wife in an underground cage.

Upon entering, I was able to see the man and woman locked up in a cell.

Nathan was still in his pajamas. He had obviously been taken right from his home. Inside the dark cell, he stood stubbornly and refused to get dirty by the dust on the ground, keeping every bit of his noble upbringing present.

Suanne also refused to sit down. Her face looked pale without makeup, and she looked very distracted. She was like a piece of paper stuck to an iron fence, ready to collapse at any time.

It seemed like they had been standing for the entire day. They didn't notice us until Hendrix helped me stand in front of Suanne. She only came back to her senses when our shadows fell on her face. "Hendrix! You're here. Let us go. We can't stay here anymore. Please, let me and your father go..."

Nathan looked over as well, but he gave them a very condescending glare.

Suanne's pleas and looked at Nathan. His voice

own son? Doesn't that just happen to

and snapped, "You don't deserve

smiled viciously instead of lashing out. He walked to the iron bars with his hands behind his back. He adjusted his glasses slowly. "I have to say. I was surprised that you took such drastic measures to deal with this problem. Hendrix, you've grown. I can finally entrust you with

was cold, and his voice sounded murderous. "Should I thank

thank me!" Nathan raised his voice and stared at him, "Do you think

identity is what got

him. Even though I was watching from the side, I still

had won

he had some help along the way, the Roberts family received all of the credit. They raised him well and didn't let him suffer, otherwise, he may have turned out to be a monster like

Hendrix didn't feel any better than I did. His tall figure stood in front of the bars, slightly trembling. His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles cracked. The anger in his heart was

later, he