My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1828

As I watched the scene unfold, I seized the opportunity and hurriedly stood up. "I'm also done eating. It'll be too late if I don't go now!" I said quickly.

Aaron blocked my way and said, "Are you sure you want to choose your client over the chance of meeting Ian?"

I was both surprised and delighted, exclaiming, "Ian's awake?"

Aaron shrugged while replying, "Yeah, and he particularly wants to see you. Are you sure you're not going?"

"Let's go!" I gushed.

After driving for nearly an hour, we reached a holiday villa in the suburbs.

Upon entering the manor, I saw that it was surrounded by the singing of birds and vegetation. Due to the morning rain, the air was especially fresh. After getting cooped up in the car for a long while, I felt much more relaxed being out in the open.

While I stood at the corridor with my hand on the

doorknob, I grew nervous all of a sudden.

We had been friends for more than a decade, and we used to be like family. A few months ago, we were involved in a huge dispute regarding the ownership of Anne's custody, but he still protected me with his life in the end.

What would happen if we were to meet again?

The palms of my hands were sweaty. I did not dare to turn the doorknob, but a familiar voice rang out from the other side of the room, "Is that you, Arianna?"

His voice was as gentle as the sounds of nature. Who else could it be but Ian?

My heart tingled as I mustered up the courage to walk into the room.

Sunlight shone on Ian, making him look bright and beautiful, like a newborn angel. He was thin and scrawny; traces of being bedridden for such a long time evident in his physique. He stood with a cane in his hand, and he looked like a frail tree that could be blown over at any time.

"Ian..." I marveled. Seeing him alive with my very own eyes, I was too excited to say anything else.

"Have a seat," Ian gestured while grinning as he got us to sit. He sat himself on a rocking chair next to me.

The cane leaned against the side, and the chair swayed slowly. The sunlight and the smile on his face dispelled the coldness in the room little by little.

Gratitude and excitement immediately overwhelmed my heart. I feared up and sniffled, "Thank you, Ian."

This scene of reconcilement could easily rattle anyone's mind. Aaron, who had always been tough, almost broke into tears. He spoke as his voice slightly hoarse, "You were once a hateful man, trying to steal my niece away. But that being in that coma did you good because you woke up with a clear mind and became less hateful. Regarding the online businesses and all other matters, I've already had people settle it for you. All you have to do now is focus on getting better. Once you've recovered, you can reopen the shop. You are a capable man, even I must admit that."

"Thank you, but I don't wish to start a new clinic," Ian said as he looked at Aaron, and he suddenly felt depressed, "Silvia and I have discussed it and we're going back to Mesville."

"It's good to go back and relax," I added.

There was nothing for him to miss in Jarold City, a city so cold and inhumane.

"No," Ian replied, changing the subject, his eyes turning sharp, "I'm returning to take over my family business."

"Why?" I asked. He had always been uninterested in doing business, so why had he changed his mind?

Hearing this, Ian's expression changed, and the veins on his face bulged as he revealed, "It was my brother who paid a reporter to get information about me and spread it. He has been enjoying his position as the successor of the Shelley Group for far too long. It's time for him to pay for what he had done to me."