My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 457

"You can choose not to believe me, but whatever it is, the quality of your daughter's life is in your hands."

He pursed his lips and held his head with both hands, entangling his fingers into his hair and pulling on it. It seemed that he was thinking, or struggling to make a decision.

After a long time, he looked up at me and said, "Okay, but I'll need your word!"

I nodded. "Fine with me!"

He hummed and was silent for a long time before saying, "Ucrebury, Century Garden Residence. Look for my wife and tell her what happened to me. Ask that she brings the things I gave her and to come see me here."

I nodded. "Any other messages you want me to pass on to her?"

He shook his head and said no more.

After I left the prison, I looked up at the dark sky of Jarold City. It had been about a month since the sun in Ucrebury emerged from the horizon.

The sky was always full of smog, and from time to time, rain would drizzle or snow would fall. The weather was quite frustratingly unpredictable. However, spring would come soon after the new year.

I raised my hand and glanced at the time. I was right on time. I went straight to the restaurant that Charles had mentioned.

When I arrived, only Aaron was there. He stopped his car and saw that I had also arrived. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You're here early."

I shrugged. "As are you."

He smiled and said, "Uncle Charles asked me to order the food in advance. Master Miller will be here in a moment. Remember to welcome him properly, you can't be rude." Interesting.

I went upstairs with him. After taking care of some things, we went straight into the private room.

The room had vintage interior designs. When we walked in, a large filigreed screen welcomed us which gave the room an air of elegance and nobility.

Noticing that I was staring at the screen, Aaron said with a smile, "This restaurant is famous for its one of a kind decoration."

I nodded. That was certainly true. I found a seat and sat down. I guess I looked rather disinterested because Aaron suddenly asked, "What happened with Michael?"

I then replied, "Get a reliable person to meet Michael's wife at the Century Garden Residence in Ucrebury. Tell her to bring the things that Michael gave her to Jarold City and meet him there."

His eyebrows arched, indicating that he understood the instructions. But he looked at me in confusion and asked, "I thought you didn't need him? Why did you go to the prison to see him?"

I held my chin and said dispiritedly, "I thought that it was too kind of me to let Valerie suffer so little. I've decided that I want to ruin her reputation."

He frowned and narrowed his eyes. "Did Valerie go look for you again?"

I didn't say anything, but my silence gave him the answer he was looking for.

He sighed, feeling a little helpless. "Arianna, have you ever thought of looking for your biological parents?"

I was startled. I didn't expect that he would suddenly mention this. After thinking about it, I shook my head. "No, it's been years. They've wanted to discard me right from the start, which means that I'm not very important to them. They may have given birth to me, but they never cared for me. I only need my grandmother for the rest of my life. I don't really give a d*mn about anything else."

Pursing his lips, he looked at me tentatively. "If you were to meet your biological parents one day, would you acknowledge them as such?"

"Not a chance!" So much time had already passed; what was the point of doing that? The only reason why they'd even look for their child was to atone for their sins and to make peace with their past regrets. It would not be something done out of love. If they loved me, they would not have let me go in the first place.

He paused for a while, not saying a thing.

With a hand on my chin, I thought about what Andrea had said that day. I was not worried, but since everyone had fallen out, there were still some things that I should be careful of.

Seeing that I was in a daze, he raised his eyebrows. "A penny for your thoughts?"

"Aaron, people always say 'hit where it hurts'. Do you know what my Achilles heel is?"

If Andrea wanted to hurt me, I didn't know what else she could think of aside from harming the people around me.

He was a little surprised by my question. After pondering for a while, he said, "I'm your Achilles' heel, of course!"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Be serious!"

He shrugged. "Generally speaking, one's Achilles heels are the things or people that they care the most about. Think about what you care about the most. It may be status, reputation or power. What do you possess? What do you care about? And what are you after?"

I...

The people I cared about?