My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Anyone in their right mind would know how serious it was to lose three children. Mr. Lawson's voice was trembling as he ran. He didn't even hear me tell him to wait before dashing into the house and up to the first floor.

Hendrix and I both sighed in unison. It was clear that Naomi had impersonated me to pick the children up.

Just then, me and Hendrix's phone rang at the same time.

He answered it, then hung up after a few minutes of silence. His expression was no more relaxed than it had been a moment before.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Jordan." Hendrix looked coldly out of the house at the vacant lot. "He asked us to come over for dinner."

Sure enough, villains colluded. When one showed up, the other would too.

Hendrix lifted his chin and pointed at my phone with a heavy sigh. "With such coincidental timing, there shouldn't be any harassment texts."

nodded, realizing it much later, and hurriedly unlocked my phone before seeing the text message. "Mum,

number was not his. It must have been altered

immediately relieved. Wynn had always been a clever kid. He knew how to call for help when he was kidnapped. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

by the arm and

if this was the first time I'd ever felt so assured about something. "Isn't it the same thing to pick up our boy

was room for the occasional favoritism as

knowledge after learning of Naomi's existence. Aurelia and Wynn were

were still young,

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of people and events were hazy. It was easy to take advantage of their yearning for mother's love.

could have asked Hendrix for assistance, but he texted me instead. Whether intentional or not, such acknowledgment and certainty were enough to relieve all

to Jordan's villa, I was in a different

us to the

that she had ordered from Black Angle earlier that day and was trying to feed her. Aurèlia, on