My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1934

I frowned as I couldn't really understand what she meant.

What did she mean by that? He actually recognized me but refused to acknowledge it?

I thought to myself, who else could take care of their children better than their own mother?

Freya's face turned serious as she said, "It's complicated. I can't explain it clearly in such a short time. I'll need to get back and investigate this."

I wasn't really sure about what was happening, so I just grunted in response.

After thinking about this for a while, I pressed on, "What about the death certificate that Hendrix mentioned earlier? Who was I before?"

The hunch I had moments ago proved to be true. Rather than saying that Hendrix didn't believe that his wife was still alive, it was more likely that he wasn't willing to admit that he even had such a wife.

I felt a little muddled in the head as I gazed at Frey a with a conflicted look on my face. "In fact, it's possible that you're mistaken. You've seen it, too. Maybe his ex-wife and I just have a similar sounding name and similar features."

My eyebrows furrowed tightly together. I couldn't tell whether I was unable to distinguish the truth, or if I just refused to accept the fact that I had been proclaimed to be dead.

One of my closest relative's couldn't wait to erase any trace of my life. Then what difference was it compared to being abandoned by the whole world? Compared to being forgotten, I'd rather live an ignorant life.

Freya opened her mouth and was about to speak. However, I didn't have the courage nor energy to listen to her. I raised my hand and stopped her before she could say anything. I said, "Forget it, I don't want to hear it. I'm tired, I want to go home and rest."

I was in a bad mood and Freya could tell. She stopped forcing me to listen and sent me home.

As I turned to leave, the doors of the elevator opened. Irvin and a few other men sauntered out. Judging from the way they spoke, one of them was a client.

They were probably discussing their business plans.

A hint of hesitation flashed through Irvin's eyes as soon as he saw me. He turned his head abruptly and instructed his assistant to bring his clients to the meeting room. Then, he walked towards me and asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would have sent someone to pick you up."

The receptionist probably didn't expect me to have such a close relationship with Irvin as her face turned pale.

Before I could speak, Irvin had already guided me into his office with his hand on my waist. "Come in," he said.

This sudden intimacy made me shudder uncontrollably. Once the door to his office was closed, I distanced myself from him immediately.