My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1971

I had always wanted to recover my memories and fill the hole in my heart, but I was a little overwhelmed by his show of sincerity and enthusiasm.

Aaron and Hendrix each had their own version of the story. The identity card Irvin gave me also clearly stated the name "Ariane Reid". I didn't know who to believe.

"You don't believe me?" Aaron's voice sounded much clearer now. He saw right through me.

However, after he said that, I felt a little relieved. I looked up at him and said seriously, "I'm sorry. I really can't make a decision right now."

I looked down at the folder on the table. I stretched my hand to caress it and said with a bitter smile on my face, "To be honest, I've seen this so-called DNA test report more than three times this month alone, and each of them stated a different result. In a situation where even science cannot be trusted, I don't know what else is."

Aaron fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. His head was hung low, his forearms bracing his knees, he had his fingers clasped together. Then, he said, "You don't trust me."

He took the words right out of my mouth.

The main reason why I'd trusted Hendrix and believed that I wasn't Arianna was because I couldn't accept that her family had ignored her for six long years.

If the fact that they didn't care about her could be covered up by saying it was an accident, a simple misunderstanding, then it meant that being related by blood wasn't that important to them.

After losing my memory, every day felt like I was walking on thin ice. However, thanks to that, I had nothing to lose and was able to face everything.

Whether I was Arianna or Ariane, I had been reborn with no emotional entanglements and no obligation to forgive anyone.

All I could say was, "I'm sorry. I don't know how to face all of you right now."

After thinking for a moment, I added, "But if I really am Aurelia and Wynn's mother, I hope you'll let her stay. Thank you for taking care of her for so long, but it is my duty to take care of her. We'll get out of your hair."

"Out of my hair?" Aaron's eyes

darkened. He looked up at me and said firmly, Aurelia will not stay here, and neither will you. Since I've

ne here, I have no intention of

come

letting you stay here." "Are all of Arianna's relatives so arrogant?" I thought to myself.

Feeling helpless, I shrugged my shoulders. "Then I can only apologize. I can't go with you."

"You're not coming with me? Then

who do you want to go with? You want to stay here and accompany Hendrix, that piece of trash?" flipped out. He was so angry his chest heaved. He stood up and pointed in the direction of the door as be said furiously, "If he can protect you, you wouldn't be in danger all the time. Blame me or be angry all you want. You have to

come with me no matter what."

Before I could say anything, he shouted, "Aurelia, come down right now!"

Close relatives would be familiar

with each other's tempers. Aurelia appeared at the entrance of the

corridor with a photo frame in heret

hand right after she heard her uncle's angry shout. She thought she had misheard. "Uncle Aaron, were you calling me?" she asked to confirm.

Aaron didn't answer. He strode up the stairs, picked Aurelia up, and walked down the stairs quickly. He then grabbed my arm with his free hand and pulled me up from the sofa. "Come back with me!" he growled while dragging me to the door.

At the door, we bumped into Hendrix, who had rushed back home.

Their eyes met. In an instant, things became tense.