My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2200

Anne bit her lip and drowned herself in her own thoughts.

Josiah had once been someone she highly respected and looked up to as her father and mentor. But in the blink of an eye, that man had become someone who had hurt her mother and herself. Everything was turned upside down and it was hard for her to accept all these facts so quickly.

At times like this, she needed to be alone to process things.

"Take your time to calm yourself down. If there's anything else you would like to know, you can ask me. Regardless of who you consider your real mother to be, you will always be my daughter. The Roberts will always be your family."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down then walked over to Hendrix. I was about to ask him to leave.

But he had been listening to our conversation the entire time. He turned around and placed his hand on my shoulder. He then smiled very faintly at me before returning to his usual blank face.

Hendrix looked at Anne and said, "I still hold great expectations of you. I hope you won't let us down."

After saying that, he then lifted his hand with some effort to signal to me to leave with him. I followed after him, moving further away from Monique's grave.

After walking a short distance away, I felt the impulse to turn around and look at Anne. Her thin frame was kneeling down at the gravestone, trembling.

I hated seeing her like this, my eyes welled up with tears. I didn't dare turn around again, so I quickly walked away.

After bringing me to the car, Hendrix ordered Evan to stay behind, "Look after Miss Moanna. You will serve her from now on."

Evan was startled for a moment before he respectfully accepted the task that was given to him, "Don't worry, Mr. Roberts. With me around, Miss Moanna will be safe."

Hendrix patted Evan's shoulder gratefully. He had worked very hard for him for many, many years.

The bond between men was beyond words.

Hendrix got into the driver's seat and started the car.

The car drove past several trees as I leaned back on the leather seat. I wondered when I would be able to visit Monique's grave again.

Men would usually try to solve problems as quickly as possible and think of the most effective method available. They often forget to address the emotional baggage that women carried with them during these problems.

No matter what reason Hendrix had, he couldn't deny that he had been much too aggressive and stubborn towards Anne. He shouldn't behave like that with his own family.

As soon as I finished talking, he frowned. He turned the steering wheel around, stepped on the brake and steadily parked the car by the side of the road.

"Arianna, I just want you to know that there's isn't much I can do or control while also keeping your feelings in mind."

"I don't understand." I shook my head and said with confusion, "In that case, you should know that I've always prioritized our children's feelings, so why would I blame her for how she is? If you acted this way towards Aurelia and Wynn, I'm certain that they'll end up being fearful of you and become just like Anne, despite you being their biological father."

Hendrix was at a loss for words for a moment. He didn't know how to respond. He sheepishly spread his hands out and admitted defeat, "Alright, I admit it. I could have handled things better."

He turned around to look at me and humbly asked, "It's my first time being a father and I don't have much experience in this. I at least deserve a chance to correct my mistakes, right?"