My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Anne bit her lip and drowned herself in her own thoughts.

Josiah had once been someone she highly respected and looked up to as her father and mentor. But in the blink of an eye, that man had become someone who had hurt her mother and herself. Everything was turned upside down and it was hard for her to accept all these facts so quickly.

At times like this, she needed to be alone to process things.

"Take your time to calm yourself down. If there's anything else you would like to know, you can ask me. Regardless of who you consider your real mother to be, you will always be my daughter. The Roberts will always be your family."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down then walked over to Hendrix. I was about to ask him to leave.

But he had been listening to our conversation the entire time. He turned around and placed his hand on my shoulder. He then smiled very faintly at me before returning to his usual blank face.

Hendrix looked at Anne and said, "I still hold great expectations of you. I hope you won't let us down."

After saying that, he then lifted his hand with some effort to signal to me to leave with him. I followed after him, moving further away from Monique's grave.

After walking a short distance away, I felt the impulse to turn around and look at Anne. Her thin frame was kneeling down at the gravestone, trembling.

I hated seeing her like this, my eyes welled up with tears. I didn't dare turn around again, so I quickly walked away.

After bringing me to the car, Hendrix ordered Evan to stay behind, "Look after Miss Moanna. You will serve her from now on."

Mr. Roberts. With me around, Miss Moanna will be safe." Hendrix patted Evan's shoulder gratefully. He had worked

men was

the driver's seat and started the

trees as I leaned back on the leather seat. I wondered when

might not even want to see

failed to take care of her only daughter. I've caused Anne to feel unwanted and lonely in our family throughout the

felt that Anne wanted

know anything and to just continue living her life with use but she couldn't help pushing herself

she was being cold to us, but as we came to learn, she was actually going through

time through the rearview mirror. I still couldn't understand why he chose to treat Anne the way he did. I didn't want to pick a fight with him so I pretended not to have seen

asked,

I decided not to hold back any longer, "You've known all along that Anne had figured out her past, so why didn't you tell me? Why couldn't we have discussed this

I wasn't wrong to feel this way. I didn't

anger at him.

most effective method available. They often forget to address the emotional baggage that women carried with them

been much too aggressive and stubborn towards Anne.

steering wheel around, stepped on the brake and steadily parked the car by

I just want you to know that there's isn't much I can do or control while also

understand." I