My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 773

I narrowed my eyes as I watched her tears fall to the ground. "Perhaps going to Ucrebury was a mistake from the start. I shouldn't have gone there. That way, I wouldn't have met Hendrix or Andrea, and I wouldn't have met you."

"Arianna..." She parted her lips to speak, her voice choked with sobs.

I sighed and gave her a weak smile. I looked at her indifferently and continued, "If I hadn't met you guys, my life might not have been so difficult. I still don't know whether it was the right thing to do, falling for Hendrix. It's because of my love for him that I told myself that I could forgive him for everything that had happened."

"When I found out that you and Pedro are my parents, I couldn't help but think that fate is a ridiculous thing. I can't hate you publicly, nor can I resent you in my heart. I don't even dare to hate you because you're my biological parents. It's just like how I love Hendrix; I can forgive him for everything because of love. However, can I really forgive you in the name of love? I can't do it."

I looked at her and smiled even though it hurt to do so. "Even though you said that I hated you just now, the moment when I knew about everything four years back, I chose to leave everyone. I told myself that I couldn't hate you, because you're my biological mother and we're bonded by blood.."

She was quiet as she listened to me; perhaps she was crumbling under the weight of what I had said to her. Her face was pale as she got into a squatting position on the ground. Her tears dropped onto the cold, hard tiles. Every drip sounded soft yet deafeningly loud at the same time.

I turned and walked out of the kitchen. Though my heart ached, the pain was bearable.

Life was a long road, and we each had our own paths to walk on. When we hurt, we treated our wounds, and when we recovered, we could always start anew.

Hendrix and Pedro, who had been out on a stroll, finally returned to the courtyard.

When Hendrix noticed my discomfort, he came forward and pulled me aside. He asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

I shook my head, looked up at him and laughed. My eyes were a watered mess, but I thought to myself how it didn't matter even if it hurt now. Although our child was gone, we could still have another in the future, right?

Seeing the tears at the corners of my eye, his face darkened. He embraced me and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

I shook my head. My heart ached so badly that even the mere thought of opening my mouth to speak felt impossible.

Valerie was nowhere to be seen, and although Pedro was worried, he decided it best to keep silent. Then, he entered the living room to look for Valerie.