My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 334

After a moment, she continued, "Do you know how difficult it was to live abroad alone as a woman in her twenties? It's like walking on the tip of a knife. I couldn't sleep at night, desperately missed my child every day, but I couldn't go back. I thought as long as I saved enough money, I would pick her up after living a stable life. But it took me ten years. When I went back to Hovell to look for her, she had been abandoned by that nasty man. I used half of my life in exchange for my child!"

Seeing the tears in her eyes, I looked down and felt an ache in my heart. "My child couldn't be here even at the expense of half of my life." She said. Looking at her, I couldn't help but sneer, "So? Is this an excuse for you to hurt others at will?"

She shook her head and regained her composure. "16 years. I'd been looking for Andrea for 16 years. During these 16 years, I had missed her and hoped that she was living well. To find her, even if I were married, I was unwilling to have a child with others, but I didn't mind being a stepmother. I've been atoning for my sins all these years. Now that I've finally found her, I'm keeping her by my side no matter what. As a mother, you can call me selfish and vicious, but I'll do anything to get what she wants. I'll fight for her for the rest of my life."

I sneered, "So only you love your daughter as much as your life? And others don't?"

"I couldn't be bothered with that." She looked at me and raised her voice. "Arianna, you had a choice in the beginning. If you had chosen to abort the child from the very beginning and left Hendrix, you wouldn't have had this much trouble to deal with. I did give you a choice, didn't I?"

I found this funny, but I couldn't laugh. People in this world are ridiculous; they really could shamelessly describe their selfishness and viciousness in such a fresh and refined way.

"Madam Lawson, you are indeed a person who has gone through a lot. You can speak so righteously about your heinous crimes, but your hands are still covered with the blood of my child. Aren't you afraid of your grandson getting retribution for it?" I was not a kind person. Listening to a few sad stories wasn't going to make me softhearted.

I didn't have it in me to smile and forget all about my hatred towards her.