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."

seeing the text message. "Mum, we're at Uncle Jordan's. Please come and pick

the phone number was not his.

a clever kid. He knew how to call for help when he was kidnapped. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

quirked up uncontrollably at the thought. Then, I took Hendrix by the arm and headed back inside.

My grin widened, as 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 as it is to pick up our daughter?" Hendrix grinned thoughtfully,

room for the occasional favoritism as

I would be replaced without my knowledge after learning of Naomi's

were still young, so

าวน

easy to take advantage of their yearning for mother's love.

heart that I didn't even realize I. had. He could have asked Hendrix for assistance, but he

was not my first visit to Jordan's villa, I was in a different state of

us to the living

Aurelia in the other room holding a Napoleon cake that she had ordered from Black Angle earlier that