My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1341

Hearing his voice, I felt much more relaxed. I walked to the balcony and said, "Well, I just had dinner. I wanted to ask you to join us. Naomi arrived in Jarold City today and Yana happened to be here, so we got

together to have a meal. Have you eaten yet?"

The meeting just ended a while ago, so I guessed he hadn't eaten yet.

He chuckled slightly on the phone, "Well, I seem to have missed out on a lot of delicious food. I'll come over to pick you up later. I'm craving your noodles."

I smiled, "Nah, it's not that good. By the way, Naomi has rented an apartment

downtown. Sebastian is also here. Can you come over?"

He was silent for a moment before he replied, "Okay!"

After what happened between Sebastian and Hendrix in Oakland, it would be interesting to see what would happen when they met again. After chatting for a while, I told him the address. I hung up the phone and saw Tobias' message, "You can't contact me out of the blue like this. She's an idiot. It's useless for me to tell her. It's just a waste of my time."

I had asked him before dinner whether he had told Naomi about what happened in Oakland. I replied an "okay" and put the phone in my bag.

Wendy found a quiet corner to sit down. She seemed to be trying to avoid someone. Sebastian and Naomi were cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. I walked to her side, sat down and gave her a glass of water. Then, I slightly pursed my lips and said, "Did you come to Jarold City for work?"

She looked up at me. She nodded slightly while holding the glass in her hand, "The company needs to run. I need to find sponsors and investors so that the company can survive."

I was silent for a moment. Looking at her, I said, "Actually, I don't think you are suitable to run a company. Why don't you do what you like?"

"The company belongs to my dad. Even if I don't like it, I have to hold on until he comes back. I just need to make sure it runs."

There was a hint of stubbornness in her words. I couldn't say much. I nodded slightly and shrugged, "Don't give up!"

She glanced sideways at me and asked after a moment of silence, "What's wrong with your daughter?" "Leukemia!" She lowered her head slightly and asked, "Does she have to do both bone marrow and kidney transplants?"

I nodded.

No one knew what she was thinking. She held the cup tightly for a long time before she said, "I've also had a heart transplant."

My eyes widened. I didn't expect her to tell me this. I looked at her blankly. She smiled, her face a little pale, "It was five years ago. My dad probably felt the same way you do right now. He was searching high and low for a suitable heart donor. He must have been very sad at that time."

I pursed my lips and didn't answer her. I always felt that her personal life was more complicated than I thought.

After a pause, she continued, "You're right. I'm not suitable to run a company. I like painting. My dream has always been to host exhibitions all over the world, but it might stay a dream after all."

At first, I thought Wendy was depressed. Now, I realized that this was not the case. This was much worse than depression. She seemed no different from a normal girl, but there were many details that showed she was actually very resistant to having contact with strangers.

Her behavior was more like autism. She tried her best to act like a normal person, but every cell in her body seemed to resist any interaction with other people.