My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 7

"Are you not going to explain it?" A deep voice came from behind. I was stunned for a second until I Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

realized it was Josiah who had followed me behind.

I was overwhelmed with a sense of dread but I tried to remain calm, "What to explain?"

He raised his eyebrows, "What if he wrongly accused you for pushing Andrea?"

I looked down to the floor as a sense of bitterness engulfed me, "It doesn't matter who did it, what

matters most is that Andrea was hurt. Well, there must be someone to bear the responsibility."

"Fine!" Josiah went straight out of the villa with his medical kit in his hand.

Perhaps he went to check on Andrea's condition at the hospital.

It just took an hour to drive from the villa to Robert's mansion, but I felt as if it took forever as I was in

complete drowsiness.

The thought of Andrea's baby and the stare from Hendrix before he left had made me out of breath.

I rushed out of the car as soon as it reached Robert's mansion because I felt sick inside. I tried to force

everything out of my stomach but nothing came out.

"Oops, isn't this our Mrs. Roberts? Well, you must be so delicate now that only a ride could turn you

into this." A voice came out of the door in a sarcastic and ridiculous manner.

Needless to say, after Johannes Roberts and his wife lost their lives in an accident a few years back,

leaving Hendrix as their only child. Hendrix's uncle, Trent, became Dalton's only child.

Kennedy Roberts sneered at me while standing at the gate. She was Trent's wife, and she was also my

aunt. Well, grudges seemed to take place a lot in the rich family, and I had been used to it all these

years.

I tried to hide the uncomfortable feeling of my stomach while greeting her politely, "Nice to meet you,

auntie!"

Kennedy had always disliked me. Despite my poor background, Dalton had treated me so well.

Perhaps, this was the reason behind her grudge. It could also because the old man was so fond of

Hendrix that he entrusted the whole family to Hendrix. I guessed Kennedy just couldn't accept this, and

this explained why she vented all her anger on me.

Kennedy gave me a sardonic look. Realizing that there was no one else in the car, she gave me a long

face, "Humph, how come the Hendrix, the young master did not even attend his grandfather's funeral?"

The funeral was crowded with people so I had to put on my Pan Am smile. I tried to find an excuse as it

might be inappropriate for Hendrix's absence, "Hendrix has something urgent and he might be late."

"Haha! So, this is the one whom Dalton proud of, he is just so-so though." Kennedy sneered.

Although she was not fond of me, Kennedy didn't make fun of me in order not to lose face in front of

the crowd.

As we entered the house, I could see Dalton's memorial right in the middle of the hall. A high-end

cinerary casket was hidden behind the memorial tablet, with ashes after the cremation. White flowers

could be seen on every edge of the house, and there were also religious things to pay tribute and

respect to the late Dalton.

Since Dalton was a renowned figure, many people came to pay him their respects, and most of them

were from the upper class. While Trent and Kennedy were in charge of greeting the people inside and

outside of the mansion, I was in charge of the mourning hall.

"Miss Reid," Minnie Parker greeted me as she was holding a sandalwood box.

"Yes?" Minnie was the only person in charge of taking care of Dalton. Although the Roberts was

wealthy and influential, there were not many members of the family. In addition, Dalton preferred to be

alone, which was away from all the hassle and noisiness.

Minnie passed me the sandalwood box and reminded me in great compassion, "This is what Master

Dalton has left for you. Keep it properly."

She continued after a pause, "Master Dalton has expected that Hendrix will force you to divorce one

day. If you did not wish to do so, just pass him the box. He would give it a second thought after

checking the content."

I looked at the sandalwood box in my hand. It was a square box with a lock on it. Out of curiosity, I

asked Minnie, "Where's the key?"

"Master Dalton had passed the key to Hendrix." Minnie glanced at me and said, "Please take good

care of yourself, you look pale recently. The only wish that Master Dalton had was to see Hendrix and

you give birth to a son and inherit the family business. Now that Master Dalton had passed away, there

must be someone to take over so the family business would not fall into the hands of outsiders."

I was stunned for a moment as I heard the word 'son¹. Thus, I just answered her with a smile and said

no more.

After paying our last respects to grandpa, the funeral was proceeded to bury the dead. By the time we

reached the graveyard, it was already late evening, and Hendrix was nowhere to be seen.

The funeral was over but Hendrix did not appear at all. As Trent was holding Kennedy arm in arm, he

looked at me and said, "Arianna, the dead would never be alive. You should go and talk to Hendrix as

he shouldn't hold any grudge to dad anymore. After all, Dad owes him nothing."