He nodded and said, "Hendrix probably told her in advance. She was very close to my mother in the later stage, so it doesn't seem like she wasn't aware of it."
So, I was the only one who knew nothing about that whole scheme.
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. I was a complete fool. Perhaps I wouldn't even know if I was sold to someone.
Noticing that I didn't look well, Sawyer paused for a while. Perhaps he had realized something was wrong, he calmed down and added, "Don't overthink this. No one told you about this because they were worried that you couldn't handle it well. We're unsure of everything too, so that's why..."
"So, you guys just naturally kept me in the dark like a fool?" I said as I felt very uncomfortable.
He frowned, "Arianna, you know that's not what I meant."
"I don't know!" I raised my voice at him and stormed out of the tearoom. I had always thought that as long as I was kind and trustworthy to others, I wouldn't suffer much harm. But it turned out that I was too naive. I still had to put up with bad things in life no matter what I did.
There were a lot of people in the hall, all of whom were important people. Andrea, who was in the crowd, was particularly eye- catching. She was brought around to greet everyone by Valerie and Pedro. It was a view both beautiful and warm to behold.
Of course. Some people were blessed at the very moment they were born.
After managing my emotions, I went to the dining area. No matter how bad my life was, I had to eat something. I needed to feed the little fellow in my belly.
A little bit absent-minded, I accidentally bumped into someone. The buttercream cake that I had just put on my plate dirtied that person's suit before falling to the ground!
"I'm sorry..." I lifted my head and I saw Austin, whose face was cold and mocking.
I calmed down and swallowed back my unspoken apology. It was useless to apologize to him as it would lead to unnecessary arguments in the end.
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