My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1421

Sheridan pursed his lips and drove the car without saying anything. After the car entered the highway, he suddenly said, "Do you hate your parents for not being by your side all these years?"

I was taken aback by his question. After all, with my understanding of him, he was someone who rarely asked about trivial matters.

I gave him a small smile and answered, "I would be lying if I said that I didn't hate them. However, I am grateful that I was brought up by my grandma and I got married to Hendrix. Although my current life is not the best, I still have the motivation and passion to live my life to the fullest. Thus, I should be grateful to my parents for bringing me into this world. They probably experienced a lot of difficulties and hardships which led to them abandoning me. However, I still have so many things to look forward to in life, so I no longer hold a grudge against them!"

He stared at me and said with some guilt, "I am also responsible for what happened back then. I shouldn't have kept your father in the dark about your existence. If I had told him the truth, perhaps you would've been brought back to the Moore family earlier."

It was all in the past, so I didn't care about it anymore. I smiled faintly, "Mr. Lawson, most of the time, everything that happens to us is already fated. Don't dwell so much on all the 'what ifs'."

He smiled and glanced at Abby, who had fallen asleep on my lap. He spoke, "Her fate must have taken a drastic change after she met you."

I shrugged my shoulders and stopped talking. We had no control over any outcome in life.

After seven long hours of driving, everyone was exhausted. Even though we had left early in the morning, we only reached the village after the sun had set.

The weather in December was brutal. The moment I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by a strong chilly breeze. Abby was still drowsy as she had just woken up. Taking in the familiar surroundings, she said, "Madam Reid, we are finally here!"

I nodded. I helped her with her luggage and walked through the dirt road. Fortunately, it hadn't rained recently and the dirt was dry. It was much easier to walk on this time.

It was particularly dark, so when I arrived at Gail's house, I could hardly see where the entrance was. Seeing that the sky had already turned completely dark and there was no trace of anyone inside the house, I was worried. Where did everyone go?

Abby was familiar with this place after all. She stood outside the door and shouted for her parents. Fortunately, the dark door soon swung open and the timid voice of a little girl rang out from inside, "Abby? Is that you?"

Abby hesitated for a moment and then answered delightedly, "Amanda, it's me. Madam Reid brought me back." Then, the little girl rushed into the house excitedly.

There was absolutely no light inside the house. Sheridan turned the flashlight on and we came face- to- face with a seven- year- old child. He couldn't help asking, "Kid, where are your parents?"

The girl took Abby's hand and answered, "They went out. They haven't come back."

The flashlight was bright enough. In the pitch-black house, there was a pot of vegetables on the floor and it looked like it was already cold. There was no fire in the stove.

Glancing at the child shivering in her thin clothing, I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you wearing so little? Why don't you start a fire?"

The child was timid. She was holding onto Abby. She tugged on Abby's clothes with some envy, looked at me and said, "Mom said we weren't allowed to use the coal when they're not home, so I always hide under the quilt and wait for them to come home to start the fire."