My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I thought I was hallucinating, but when I turned around to look, both Wynn and Freya had the same puzzled expression on their faces.

I couldn't help but begin to doubt Amy and her husband's words.

Were they really in dovelie City, or were they at home, but they dared not face our sudden visit?

Just as we were thinking about this, it was as if the other side of the door had heard our voices and rang again.

"Clack! Clack! Clack!"

There was a slow and orderly pounding sound, as if something was hitting the ground.

Out of caution, Evan immediately approached the door and tried to find out what was going on inside. After a while, he looked at us with a serious expression and said, "Someone is here!"

Something must be wrong. Although Neal was suspicious, he had once saved Aurelia's life. At this point, we couldn't be bothered with too much and only wanted nothing bad to happen to him. I quickly ordered Evan to take action. "Kick the door open!"

for Freya and I to pull Aurelia and Wynn over to one side to make some space, Evan took a few steps back and slammed

"Bang..."

vibrate, but the door

He slammed himself right into the door before retreating as

room with the door

man. He never made a sound after such a large impact, but instead stood up quickly as if breaking into a solid door was no big deal. He nudged the door to the side to allow easier access for us.

soon as we stepped in, the sound of "clickclack" rang again in the open kitchen on the left side of

of the noise and

next second and when he got up again, Neal was barely alive

his upper

not his indented figure, but the bloody wounds on his tiny body. It had only been a week, but he seemed to have been suffering

the bloodstained nylon rope.

similar hand Although he had managed to cut off the rope earlier on, the deep wounds

in and out of consciousness,

rested him on the sofa and untied the rope on his hand. Out of guilt, I took the