My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2200

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."

Evan was startled for a moment before he respectfully accepted the task that was given to him, "Don't worry, Mr. Roberts. With me around, Miss Moanna will be safe."

Hendrix patted Evan's shoulder gratefully. He had worked very hard for him for many, many years.

The bond between men was beyond words.

Hendrix got into the driver's seat and started the car.

The car drove past several trees as I leaned back on the leather seat. I wondered when I would be able to visit Monique's grave again. Monique might not even want to see me again.

She lost her life because of me and I had failed to take care of her only daughter. I've caused Anne to feel unwanted and lonely in our family throughout the years.

I felt that Anne wanted to pretend as

if she didn't know anything and to just continue living her life with us but she couldn't help pushing herself away from us. Whenever she was with us, she would always hold back on her feelings. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

We felt as though she was being cold to us, but as we came to learn, she was actually going through a hard time herself.

Hendrix looked at me from time to 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 anything.

"Are you angry?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.

Since he 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 together and work out a better solution?"

My tone was very angry and rough, but I wasn't wrong to feel this way. I didn't mean to vent my

anger at him.

Men would usually try to solve problems as quickly as possible and think of the most effective method available. They often forget to address the emotional baggage that women carried with them during these problems.

No matter what reason Hendrix had, he couldn't deny that he had been much too aggressive and stubborn towards Anne. He shouldn't behave like that with his own family.

As soon as I finished talking, he frowned. He turned the steering wheel around, stepped on the brake and steadily parked the car by the side of the road.

"Arianna, I just want you to know that there's isn't much I can do or control while also keeping your feelings in mind."

Hendrix was at a loss for words for a moment. He didn't know how to respond. He sheepishly spread his hands out and admitted defeat, "Alright, I admit it. I could have handled things better."

He turned around to look at me and humbly asked, "It's my first time being a father and I don't have much experience in this. I at least deserve a chance to correct my mistakes, right?"