My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1975

Upon hearing this, Aaron's face fell. "It's not like we intended to take so long. I had to concentrate on finding you, so I had to give up custody over Wynn. I'm a businessman, not a god. Custody over Wynn was given to the Marshall family. He has already grown used to them. Even if I forcefully take him with us now, will he come willingly?"

As he spoke, he seemed to be more on edge. Veins popped out from his forehead. He calmed himself down before continuing, "Arianna, six years have passed, you can't be indecisive and continue staying in touch with Hendrix and his family. I won't allow it. I might not be this lucky the next time you go missing."

"Are you saying that the accident from six years ago was caused by the Marshall family?" I was puzzled. "But the documents Hendrix gave me clearly states that the entire island was going to be blown up, and that it was Sebastian who wanted our lives, wasn't it?"

"You've already died once, yet you still believe in his nonsense," Aaron said disdainfully. "That's just an excuse they came up with. What kind of place do you think that island is? With the Marshall family watching every corner of that island, Sebastian would have been killed out in the ocean. How could he even get a bomb onto the island?"

That made sense. No wonder Sebastian, that little punk, could flip the world off.

However, why did Hendrix have to lie to me?

Did he know from the start that I was Arianna, but deliberately kept that from me? I thought to myself.

Aaron saw the look of distress on my face and became frustrated. "Stop worrying about all of this. Don't I know you well enough? Even if you knew about all the crazy things the Marshall family has done, you wouldn't do anything to them as long as Hendrix is around. If it weren't for your feelings, I would have kicked the Roberts family's butt when their company got listed."

"Who said I won't?" I looked at Aaron blankly. "How are the people who have hurt me, qualified to raise my children?"

Aaron was dumbstruck for a moment. After he collected himself, he leaned forward. His hands were clasped together and rested on the table. "Won't your heart ache if I deal with Hendrix?" he asked with doubt.