My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1867

The truth would come to light.

We freshened ourselves up and went out again to look for Trent.

The living room was empty; Trent nowhere to be found.

I grabbed a maid and asked, "Where is your master?"

The maid lowered her head in respect. "He is asleep."

Hendrix raised his gaze to glance upstairs. Although it had been years since Hendrix moved out and he rarely came back, he still remembered where Trent's room was.

We went upstairs and stood outside Trent's room. Hendrix raised his hand to knock on the door. "Uncle Trent?"

The corridor was quiet, and there was no answer.

Hendrix looked like he expected this. He smirked, yet his gaze seemed cold. He led me downstairs to the living room to wait.

After a long time, Trent walked downstairs slowly with Kennedy.

"Were you looking for me earlier?" Trent looked as if he had just woken up. "When you're old, you sleep more. If the servants hadn't told me, I would have thought it was a dream." "Uncle Trent, you should rest earlier if you're tired." Hendrix said, his lips curled slightly upwards. Then, with an ingenuine smile, his gaze fell on Kennedy, who looked unhappy.

He had waited for more than 20 years. Another 10 hours was nothing to him.

Trent looked guilty as he forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time."

"You'd better pay more attention to your health, Uncle Trent. I lost my parents at a young age. Once my business in Jarold City stabilizes, I will still come back and pay my due respects to you both."

Trent's face wrinkled. Before he could say anything, Kennedy said, "You were raised by Master Roberts. We didn't do anything. Just take good care of your own family. You

dont have to think about us all the

time." .

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I remembered that Kennedy had never been fond of Hendrix. She even publicly said that Hendrix was an ungrateful person.

Trent and Kenedy were acting weird.

"Aunt Kennedy is right, but I think we should take you to Jarold City so that we can take care of you.

After all, I only have a few relatives left in the Roberts family." Hendrix leaned on the sofa and tapped on it rhythmically with his long fingers.

"I have also considered this with your aunt, but we have been in Ucrebury for most of our lives. We really don't want to move anymore..." Trent and Kennedy didn't want to live with Hendrix. No matter what Hendrix said, they could always find a reason to refuse.

As I was quietly observing Kennedy,

I suddenly noticed how courteous she was. When her eyes met Hendrix's, her gaze automatically shifted towards me. When her eyes met mine, she would fake a smile to hide her embarrassment.

After Trent rejected his proposition for the third time, Hendrix paused for a long while. The atmosphere in the hall tensed. "Uncle Trent, I came to Ucrebury to ask you something," Hendrix stated quietly. A trace of panic flashed across Trent's eyes. After a while, he asked nonchalantly, "What's the matter?"

Hendrix took out a photo of Johannes from his pocket and slapped it on the tea table between the couches.

Trent lowered his head and looked at the picture. With just a glance, his face darkened.

Taking no notice of the change in atmosphere, Kennedy impatiently reached out to pick the photo up

before looking at it carefully. Hemet

face then turned pale and pani stricken. Finally, she stuttered, "This... is impossible. How did you..."