My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1964

"Forget it. One is enough. Plus, I don't want to have anything to do with men anymore." Freya smiled faintly. "We're talking about you. Don't change the subject."

Just like that, we went back to talking about me. "You two have been involved with each other for so many years. It'd be great if you were able to find love and your memories again, but if there's no going back to how things were before, then you have to think about yourself and the child. The Marshall family knows that you're still alive. They will not let things be..."

Some things didn't need to be explained. I could tell what kind of people the Marshall family were just from how the treated Jennifer.

However, I was pretending to be Arianna just for the sole purpose of regaining custody of Hendrix's child. This was a good thing for the Marshall family. There was no reason for them to be upset.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"I haven't thought about these things yet. Hendrix's plan is to get his daughter back," I responded casually.

Freya was stunned for a moment. "What about you? Do you agree with his plan?"

I caught the surprise in her eyes. I pursed my lips as I thought about this. Then, I said, "Mothers should be there with their children as they grow up. I've already missed six whole years of that. I don't want to miss anymore."

Upon hearing that, Freya lowered her head and fell into deep thought. Silently, she picked up her coffee and sipped it.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." Freya looked at me with a smile. It seemed that she had just figured something out. "There are some things that we have to experience ourselves to know what it feels like. Since you feel it is right to file a lawsuit against the Reid family, then do it. I think, compared to winning the lawsuit, some people would be happier just to see you alive and kicking."

I was taken aback by her words.

Freya was clearly hinting that the Reid family had been waiting for "Arianna" to return.

However, if that really was the case, why haven't they looked for her in the past six years and why did they apply for her death certificate?

Maybe Freya was right. Seeing and

listening about something only

showed you so much. I'd have

l.ne

experience it to know just how much

sadness was hidden among

them.

As expected, little children often get bored listening to an adult conversation, as soon enough they'd fall asleep.

Before we left, I woke Wynn up and asked, "Can you walk on your own?"

Wynn rubbed his eyes with one hand and held my pinky with the other. "I can."

Freya and I smiled at each other, and together, we led the half-awake little boy out.

When we arrived at the hall, Cyril appeared out of nowhere with a gift bag in his hand.

Freya asked, "What're you up to?"

"Can't you be a little nicer to me?" Cyril complained. He then turned around and bent down. He had a gentle smile on his face. "Little guy, here's a small gift I've prepared for a you it's the latest microcomputer. Yours is an old one. This one is much cooler."

"Thank you, Sir!" When Wynn heard the word "microcomputer", his eyes lit up. The indifference he had towards Cyril was long forgotten.

Although the microcomputer wasn't

very big, it was still a little heavy for a six-year-old child. Wynn held it cumbersomely, he was too excited to let me help him carry it.

I smiled wryly. Indeed, men really understood each other.