My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2144

"Alone?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." Evan nodded and continued, "They even purposefully avoided Miss Aurelia."

"I see..." The human heart couldn't stand up against speculation after all.

I'd spent the past few days rejoicing at the choice Neal had made at the Marshall family, yet it had all changed in less than three days. I supposed resisting temptation was still difficult for a child.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Perhaps Neal had always recalled the cruelty he had suffered at the hands of his foster parents and had found a way to take his revenge on them. Hendrix played it cool. Dusting off his newspaper and dismissing Evan with a flourish, he answered, "We got it. You can go now."

As I watched Evan disappear in the doorway, I pursed my lips in thought for a moment and turned my head to Hendrix. "You don't seem surprised at all?"

"Should I have switched on the dramatics?" Hendrix's face still had that blank expression on it. It was evident that he was reading a dull financial newspaper. However, with a smile on the corner of his lips, one would've thought he was reading an entertainment magazine. "If I were him, I wouldn't pass up the chance to snoop either."

"But Neal already turned it down." I shrugged as I replied with uncertainty, just to see what Hendrix thought of the relationship between the two. "So what?" Hendrix closed the paper as his black gaze riveted to me. "You know, in the eyes of a businessman, there's no deal that can't be done. Only a price that's not ripe enough. With the right chips, anything is possible, isn't it?"

As much as I hated to admit this, I had to say that he had a point.

That was right. As long as an agreement was reached, there was nothing to argue about.

I forced a smile and joked, "Well, Neal is just a kid, after all. Maybe it won't be as terrible as we thought now that we've given him a home." "Let's make a bet then." Hendrix shifted his posture. His legs folded and his arms laid casually on his knee with the newspaper in hand. "I bet he'll let you down."

I embraced the challenge with a shrug. "Let's do it then. We can't let him snoop around the house. Let's come up with a way to put it to the test."

"There's no rush." Hendricks lowered

his gaze. His expression froze for a

moment as if something had occurred to him. Then, he casually tossed the paper onto the table before sitting up straight again and facing me more formally. After regulating his composure, he said solemnly, "The results are in. Irvin is indeed very ill."

He paused in silence for a moment and gave me a serious look. "My word stands. I'll support any decision you make."

Hendrix said this was much more

calming than being in the hospital as

one didn't need to come face to face with patients' thin, bony bodies. Nheless, it was still a pitiful situation.

"Is there any hope at all?" I asked.

"I've contacted the top experts in the field, and they'll be arriving in Jarold City in the next few days from all around the world," Hendrix replied.

I nodded. He always had these things in order, and there was never the need to ask.

At this point, Shirley's warning was no longer alarming. "Let's go visit the hospital in the evening. It's during the final stages that patients need the most encouragement."

It was a surprisingly rational

moment for me without being burdened by emotional turbulence For a split second, I believed myself to be no different from doctors who had grown numb from witnessing death happen before their eyes.

"Okay." Hendrix agreed readily and got up to go upstairs. "I'll make the arrangements."

We were better off without any unnecessary conversations.