My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1869

As soon as Trent finished speaking, he leered at Hendrix before turning around and going upstairs.

"Uncle Trent." Hendrix stopped him and was about to say something. However, Kennedy interrupted him agitatedly, "It's getting late. Your Uncle Trent hasn't been in good health lately. Let's talk about it another day."

As she spoke, she went over to support Trent up the stairs. Hendrix and I were left speechless.

Hendrix was slightly unhappy when he returned to his room. He stood alone on the balcony and lit a cigarette.

He had just suddenly found out that he was not related to the family whom he had lived with for decades. No one in their right mind could calmly accept a revelation of this magnitude. Most importantly, Trent seemed to be a little resistant to Hendrix because of Johannes.

Hendrix was mentally and physically exhausted from days of continual deceit. The closer he got to the truth, the more it seemed like he was going to lose everything.

As the elderly weren't fit to handle too much at a time, Hendrix didn't want to push Trent too hard.

He could only try his best to endure everything and prepared himself to stay in Ucrebury for a few more days.

But our plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Trent and his wife saw through our plan and left very early the next morning. When we went downstairs, no one was in sight.

"You can't wake a person that is pretending to be asleep. I don't think you can get anything out of them anymore." I sighed.

Hendrix stared in the direction of the gate for a few seconds, then took out his phone and dialed Trent's number.

It took a while before Trent picked up.

"Oh, Hendrix. I forgot to tell you yesterday that your aunt and I are going on a long trip. It was something we planned prior to your visit. You're welcome to stay if you want to. You don't have to leave just yet.."

Hendrix did not give him the chance to finish. "Uncle Trent, I won't force you to tell me what you don't want to. I just don't want to be kept in the dark about things anymore. Tell me what I should know, and I promise to stop pestering you."

Trent was silent for a moment before saying, "Let's meet up at the coffee shop across Roberts Group."

An hour later, we arrived at the cafe at exactly nine in the morning.

We ordered two cups of coffee and sat by the window as we waited for Trent and Kennedy.

After waiting for close to half an hour, we heard a sharp screech over the coffee shop music.

This was followed by the crowd's screams and footsteps.

"You call this driving?"

"How will they survive this? Call the police!"

"Hurry up and check if they're alright!"

I frowned at how unpredictable life could be, not paying much attention to the commotion outside.

Hendrix looked away and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, his expression changed and he

furrowed his brows, seemingly met

have thought of something. He got up and walked out, and I quickly followed.

We squeezed through the crowd and the scene of the car accident quickly came into sight.

It was a man and a woman. The

woman's face was covered with blood, and there was no way to see how she looked before. The man

was closer to us. He was in mape

face down on the ground, his body twitching slightly. He must still be

conscious.

Hendrix stepped forward, reached out his hand, and tried to comfort the man.

However, the moment he saw the man's face, Hendrix froze and unconsciously called out, "Uncle Trent?"

The man, who was barely breathing, tried to speak. His lips twitched before he collapsed on the ground, motionless.

The bystanders noticed Trent's wallet and went into shock when they saw the identity card. "It's actually Trent!" "From the Roberts family?"

"In that case, wouldn't that woman be his wife, Kennedy?"

"The Roberts has gained a lot of power recently. They have already established a firm foothold in Jarold City. How could something like this happen so suddenly?"

"Maybe they've been raking in money through illegitimate means. This could be karma!"