My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 39

Josiah walked to the sofa and sat down. He looked at me and replied, "This has nothing to do with

love. If you really want to be with Hendrix, you need to tell him about this. He has his own way of

handling things."

What kind of ways?

I didn't ask this question out loud. Everyone had their own way of thinking, I didn't know what Josiah This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

meant, but I knew that the child belonged to me.

Hendrix didn't love me in the first place. If Master Roberts was still alive, I could rely on him to hold onto

Hendrix, but he wasn't here anymore. I wasn't confident I could keep Hendrix at bay for long.

It was not a wise choice to take risks with my child.

After a moment of silence, I spoke, "I'll have to trouble you regarding my child's matter, but I have my

own plans for other things. Thank you, Doctor Saunders."

Perhaps he thought that I didn't heed his words, Josiah frowned slightly and didn't say much.

He sighed and said, "I have something to do in the afternoon. Remember to take your medicine. I'll get

going first."

After sending him off, I didn't eat the half- boiled eggs Hendrix made as my stomach felt a little

uncomfortable. Perhaps I was still in the early stages of pregnancy, I didn't develop morning sickness

yet. Nonetheless, I still didn't have the appetite to eat.

When I went back to the bedroom to rest for a while, my cell phone rang. Then, I picked up the call

from an unknown number.

The person on the other end of the line answered after a few seconds, "It's me, Andrea."

I was astounded. I frowned and asked, "What do you want, Miss Burton?"

"Let's meet up for a chat. I'll send you the address."

Without even giving me a chance to refute, she hung up.

I couldn't figure out why Andrea wanted to meet me at this hour.

However, it probably had something to do with Hendrix.

Even so, why should I go and meet her just because she told me to? I took a screenshot of the address

Andrea sent and messaged Hendrix with the screenshot attached, "Miss Burton wants to meet with me.

I was afraid that I would beat her up again, so I rejected."

As soon as the message was sent, Hendrix called.

I answered his call, leaning against the balcony of my bedroom and gazing at the scenery. I answered

nonchalantly, "Mr. Roberts, what's the matter?"

As I spoke, I could clearly sense that the man on the other side of the phone frowned and was

annoyed. He questioned, "Where are you now?"

"I'm at home."

"Good." He paused then added, "Stay home and rest."

I nodded and replied, "Okay."

It seemed that he had read my message, so I hung up the phone. I could not fall asleep after that and

had nothing to do, thus I went to Hendrix's study room.

Since I used to be too busy with work, I seldom had time to read the books in the study room. It was

rare for me to have time to rest, so I thought that I could be let myself be lazy for a bit.

Hendrix's study was huge, and there were various kinds of books. I was bored, flipping through some

books that had photos in them. It didn't take long before my back started to ache.

I had no choice but to put down the book in my hand and dawdle aimlessly in the study. Then, I

accidentally noticed a worn- out cabinet in the corner of the calligraphy section.

Out of curiosity, I looked through it and found some photos. They were all photos from ages ago, but I

could see that they were all of Hendrix when he was a child.

I had never met Hendrix's parents. I found a yellowed photo of a young couple holding a baby in their

arms while smiling.

The young man's appearance was somewhat similar to Hendrix's, and a bit similar to Master Robert's.

He was probably Hendrix's father. On the other hand, the young woman looked gentle and kind. She

was probably his mother.

I continued to flip through the photos and felt that something was not quite right. In the last few photos,

Hendrix's parents were holding a young girl in their arms, not a baby. Feeling a little confused, I flipped

back to check and found that there were indeed a few photos of a two or three-year-old girl standing

next to Hendrix's parents.

Master Roberts had once said that Hendrix's parents only had a son. It didn't seem like they had a

daughter. As for Master Roberts' second son, he didn't have any children, hence it was even less likely

that the girl was his daughter.

Who was the little girl in the photo then?