My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 772

I hung up and looked around in the kitchen for a box to pack what I wanted to give Yana up, but to no avail.

I yelled for Hendrix. "Hendrix, come here!"

Not long after, the sound of footsteps were heard. I did not look up and was focused on looking for a lunch box. "Hendrix, is there any box that we could use to pack the things we want to give Yana later?"

No reply came even after a long while. I frowned, looked up and saw that it was Valerie. She squatted down and took out a box from the cabinet.

With a smile on her face, she turned back and said, "Found it. There are some here..."

She turned her head and caught me looking confused. She paused for a moment before smiling awkwardly and saying, "Mr. Roberts is accompanying your... Dad for a walk nearby."

I nodded, got up, and took the box from her hand. "Thank you."

Then, I began to prepare the food I wanted Yana to have.

"Can I help you with anything?" Valerie asked, standing next to me.

I shook my head and muttered to her coldly, "No, thank you!"

My unfriendly tone instantly silenced her.

After packing up the food, I was surprised to see that she was still standing behind me. Then, I walked out of the kitchen without saying a word to her.

Suddenly, I felt her grab my wrist.

I heard her talk through her sobs, "Arianna, I know you hate me!"

I looked down at the wound in my hand caused by my mischief when I was still little. It was a scar I carried for years, but if I had not looked carefully, I probably would never have discovered it even though deep down, I knew that the wound had always been there.

I did not spare her a glance. I just looked at the door, and watched how bright the sun was shining, and the warmth its radiant flow brought with it. I could hear Anne laughing joyously outside.

I took a shallow breath and said, "I have very poor memory. Now that I think about it, my memories before I was ten are a blur, but I can still vaguely remember some events. I only went to school when I was seven. At the time, Hovell did not have a kindergarten, so there was only preschool available. When my Grandma sent me to preschool, the teacher said that I was old enough to enter first grade. Thus, there was no need to go to preschool. I remember my grandmother telling me that as long as I studied hard, I would be able to see my parents when I go to college. At that time, I just kept thinking that whatever I did, I must study hard. As long as I go to college and see my parents, the children in Hovell would not call me a

b*stard child anymore..."

Although these memories were a blur, the pain associated with them was not any less excruciating. I kept my emotions in check and said with a smile, "It's not that I didn't receive enough love from my grandmother; I just didn't want to be called a b*stard kid by others. Later on, I passed my college entrance exams, and on the night of my application, Monique and I were analyzing our scores on our mobile phones in the yard to check which school we could apply for. I originally wanted to go to Hanlusia City, but my grandmother told me to go to Ucrebury as my parents might be there."