After seeing this, he got up and looked at Austin, saying, "It's getting late. We're going to go."
Austin frowned and looked displeased, "Didn't you say we're going to get together? We haven't even had a proper talk yet, and you're already leaving?"
"It's getting late!" After that, Hendrix dragged me out of the private dining room. When he met Josiah who was smoking at the entrance, he kept silent and walked by him.
After we got into the car, my head ached, "Hendrix, is it right for me to keep Anne with me?"
He started the car and asked in a soft voice, "What did Josiah talk to you about?"
I shook my head. "It's nothing. I just feel that no matter what I do, I owe Anne too much."
When Josiah came to the villa to repeatedly visit Anne, I did plan to tell her everything but she was still a toddler who did not know anything. How could I bear to share everything with her?
Perhaps what they said was right; Anne would leave eventually. Even so, she was still here now.
Hendrix reached over to hold my hand in his as he cast a gentle look my way. "If Anne and the Saunders Family were to recognize one another, Anne will still continue to live with us, but they will occasionally come visit her. Can you accept that?"
I paused for a moment and thought about this from Anne's perspective. If I did this, Anne would have more relatives who would care for her. She had nothing to lose; this was a good thing.
I looked at him and asked unsurely, "Can we do that?"
He flashed me a sweet smile and nodded, "Of course!"
When we returned to the villa, Anne had been brought back. When she saw me and Hendrix entering the villa, she dashed right into the arms of Hendrix. At such a young age, she was exceptionally skilled at acting cute.
"Mr. Roberts, I have something to give you today," The little fellow giggled mysteriously.
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