My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The suffocating atmosphere lasted less than a minute. Marcello held Amy's hand and fell to his knees with a thud. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in his chest.

In this silent judgment, they had been nailed to the cross, and it was hard to absolve themselves from the blame.

Everyone in the room was waiting for Hendrix to make his decision, but he sat there like an expressionless mountain. He let the situation be for a long time before turning around and waving his hand at Aurelia "Come here."

Aurelia was surprised for a moment, her eyes filled to the brim with tears. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and walked fearlessly over as she pouted and silently sulked.

She definitely was a kid brought up by Aaron. Her big, blinking eyes showed no fear.

Hendrix stretched his hand out to pull her onto his lap, his hand caressing Aurelia's chubby little hand. His gaze met hers gently. "Are you afraid?"

Aurelia looked at Marcello and his wife. She turned back and shook her head in confusion. "No."

nodded slightly, thought for a moment and asked, "I will tell you now that the two people kneeling on the ground caused Neal's injuries. Do you think I should give

couldn't help but frown. A decision of this level was out of

not to give them a chance would change everything for the Hillers. But in Aurelia's eyes, it meant nothing to her. Who knew what kind of impact this would

what was going on. The words she blurted out was too calm to be

forgiven so casually. Otherwise, my family and

Aaron did seem like a man who would

many times. He would not give anyone a

was clear-headed

often had a tacit understanding in this respect. Almost at the same time when Aurelia finished speaking, Hendrix narrowed

Evan nodded

to the men outside the door. In the next second, several bodyguards in suits and ties came in and

of the door, a shattering wail rang through

high education. They should have figured that Hendrix was