My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1866

As soon as I hung up the phone, I immediately received a Whatsapp notification from Freya, "News about you and Hendrix staying at the same hotel is spreading back in Zuckerberg. I don't know what Serene

is going to do when she finds out. Be careful."

What? People were spreading rumors about a married couple living in the same hotel?

"Alright. You should be careful too." Freya was close to us, and I was worried that this might get her into trouble.

"I'm not alone," Freya blurted out. Listening to her mischievous tone, she must have had quite a good time the night before.

"Yes, it's not the same when you have someone." Cyril was indeed irresistible to her.

"Stop. It's not what you think it is, okay? Forget it. I'm going to continue my fun. Bye."

And with that, the call ended.

While glancing at my phone, I let out a helpless smile. But when the next second arrived, I could not help but feel a wave of discomfort spreading within my chest.

There were so many people in the world who were blessed with love, but why couldn't Hendrix be one of them?

As there was no way to change his fate, I could only struggle together with him.

Our plane landed in Ucrebury the next evening.

When we arrived at Uncle Trent's house, he was trimming a bonsai tree in his courtyard.

Hendrix walked forward poker- faced, and his voice was void of even the slightest bit of warmth. "Uncle Trent."

Upon hearing that, Trent raised his head to look at us. Our abrupt visit had stunned him and it took a while before he came back to his senses. "Hendrix? Why are you back?" Although he appeared normal, there was something rather odd about his pause.

Trent was the only person in the family who sort of knew about Johannes. This meant that he was bound to know what happened.

He had brought Hendrix up all these

years. Even though Kennedy was not fond of Hendrix, Hendrix and Trent's relationship remained

unaffected. Hendrix didn't think net

Trent@ould hide Johannes faking his death from him because he had treated Hendrix as his own son. There was no way he would do

something like that.

Most importantly, he did not have any motive to do so.

Despite this, even though he had no clue, it didn't mean that he was innocent. He knew about the suicide but did nothing about it; he just sat there and watched as Hendrix struggled for years because of Johannes. Did this still make him innocent?

Johannes had been in hiding for years, never wanting Hendrix to know of his existence. But since he had finally come out of hiding, he might have also met the other Roberts.

Hendrix stared at him with his pitch-black eyes; so sharp that they could slice through his heart. "Uncle Trent, are you sure you really don't know why we're back?"

After Johannes and his wife died, he lived with the Old Master and Trent. Hendrix was bright ever since he was little, and Trent expected that Hendrix would succeed him ability-wise, but he didn't expect that this day would really come.

Under Hendrix's powerful presence,

Trent's expression froze. He stared blankly for a few seconds before lowering his head to avoid Hendrix's burning gaze, "The older you are, the more impolite you've become. I'm not psychic, so how would I know? I know you came from Jarold City, so you must be tired. Come in, I have the guest room cleaned every day in hopes that you'll come back more often."

After saying that, Trent cut off the branches of the bonsai in a daze. He turned into the house with his hands clasped behind his back and said to his servants as he walked, "Hurry up and help the Young Master and Young Madam with their

wn &

belongings."

The servant immediately stepped forward and took our luggage from us. "Young Master and Young Madam, this way, please."

After all, Trent wasn't Hendrix. He wasn't good at masking his emotions, and it was evident that he was trying to avoid the topic. Thus, it wasn't difficult to figure out that perhaps Trent had already looked for one of his only living relatives.

This was why we didn't tell Trent about our return in advance. Instead, we went over at dawn to prevent him from avoiding us.