My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1863

I thought these words would stir a ripple in his heart, but Johannes was unfazed. He was as calm as a bystander.

"Are you done talking?" He asked lightly.

I wasn't sure whether Hendrix had inherited his personality or if the Roberts were all unnaturally calm. At this moment, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. It was as if I was facing another Hendrix - a man who harbored no special feelings for me and was absolutely rational.

How horrifying was an absolutely rational Hendrix?

Using the Roberts name to get into Jarold City with Eddison as a protective shield, many wealthy families were afraid of them. They could only beg for mercy in the face of such fierce competition.

I narrowed my eyes and composed myself before

I looked at him again calmly.

"Hendrix is your flesh and blood. How could you be so cruel to him?" I let out a long sigh. I lowered my head, hoping to make peace, "Even if you don't apologize, you should tell him the truth, at least. What happened during the accident? Where is Hendrix's mother now?"

"You don't need to know these," Johannes lifted his arms and crossed them in front of his chest. "You should be glad that the babies you gave birth to are different from Hendrix."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly let out an inexplicable sneer. Lowering his gaze, he muttered to himself, "This is also the only use for keeping Hendrix alive."

"Enough!" I couldn't take it anymore. "What do you take Hendrix for? A tool to continue the bloodline? Even if that's the case, you should at least give him respect and care! You obviously think you're perfect, but everyone knows someone like you isn't worthy of defining Hendrix's life."

Some people only appeared polished on the outside but were utterly rotten within.