My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2198

"Hendrix!" I was worried that he would reveal everything that had happened in the past, so I tugged on his sleeve and exclaimed, "Do you even know what you're talking about?!"

After saying that, my mind went blank for a few seconds before I came to a realization and looked at Anne, asking, "You've... always known?"

Hendrix would never say anything he wasn't confident about. Everything he had said earlier was obviously based on him knowing that Anne had already found out her real identity.

About everything that had happened between Monique and Josiah, everyone agreed to keep it a secret. In this case, who was the one who let everything out?

Before Anne could respond, Hendrix reminded, "If you still respect us as your parents, please be honest with us."

His attitude was much too aggressive. If this was before, I would probably take Anne's side and be against Hendrix. But in this situation, I could only frown and anxiously wait to see how everything went

Fortunately, Anne was a very kind and nice girl.

Knowing that we didn't mean to harm her, she obediently revealed the secret that she had hidden in her heart.

"Two years ago, Mr. Clark accompanied me to a welcoming party in a university. Everyone who saw us thought that he was my father. I'd never carefully observed nor paid close attention to our appearances, but ever since that day, seeds of doubts sprouted in my heart."

Anne looked apologetic and stopped talking.

We could imagine what had happened next.

With her powerful mathematical ability and reasoning, she must've begun to recall the days when she was always with Josiah. Everyone knew her as the girl who had a mentor taking care of her the entire time, but it eventually became a father who was caring for his daughter in his own ways.

The silence in the cemetery seemed to devour everything. The three of us stood silently in front of Monique's grave and went silent, not knowing what else to say.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

After a while, I managed to compose myself. I tried my best to appear calm so that I could have a peaceful conversation with Anne, "What else do you know?"

After giving it some thought, I realized that didn't sound right, so I corrected my sentence, "Tell us

what you know."

I believed that Anne was smart enough to figure out the truth, but I couldn't trust Josiah as he might have deliberately distorted it. For us to clear up that misunderstanding, we had to know what had exactly happened.

All Anne did was shake her head faintly as she said, "I took a strand of his hair and mine and carried out a paternity test, that's all. He doesn't even know that I've figured out that he's my biological father."

"That's all?" I felt a sense of relief in my heart. Things were much better than I had imagined.

"That's all." Anne repeated what I had said and then continued, "All of you hid this from me, so I knew that there must be a reason for all of you to have done so. I didn't dare to investigate further, knowing that it would worry the both of you."

"Aren't we already worried about you right now?" Hendrix responded coldly, each word sounding sharp.

I understood Hendrix's feelings. He

had once been troubled by blood- related issues and couldn't control himself, Looking at Anne, who was behaving exactly like how he had in the past, pushing herself away from us because of Josiah, had, upset him.

"Let me talk to her." Being concerned about Hendrix's emotions, I whispered, hoping to comfort him.

Luckily, he was willing to show me some respect by turning around and stepping aside, leaving us some space to talk.

Looking at his wide shoulders, I felt at ease. When I turned to look at Anne, I wasn't in a rush to speak as I noticed how downcast she looked.

I stared at Monique's photo for some time, then sat down on the stairs beside her grave, as though I was sitting next to Monique.

It felt like Monique was actually with

in the

us right now. Chuckling, I looked at the words engraved on the stone and mumbling to myself, "Your daughter isn't similar to you in slightest. She's so good at hiding things. I've been kept in the dark this whole time."

Anne quietly stood aside. Her pupils, however, rolled around, which meant that she was thinking about something.

Seeing this, I adjusted my tone and got straight to the point, hoping to gain her attention, "I'm such a failure. Anne doesn't even dare to address you as her mommy. I'm terrible, aren't I, Monique?"

Anne finally reacted. She muttered and tried to comfort me, "Mommy, it's not your fault. You both treat me very well. It's all my fault..."

She seemed to be in great pain and had a hard time expressing her current thoughts. All she could do was stand there quietly.

I had always taken her as my own daughter throughout the years, so I could feel her pain.