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

"Bang..."

to vibrate, but

blow. He slammed himself right into the door before retreating

room with the door and onto the

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

"clickclack" rang again in the open kitchen on

source of the noise and went behind the

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

upper

figure of the child could be seen at a glance. But what was more shocking was not his indented figure, but the bloody wounds on his tiny body. It had

red scars around his wrists explained the bloodstained nylon rope. The scene was absolutely

rope earlier on, the deep

out of

sofa and untied the rope on his hand. Out of