My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 852

Anne didn't understand what I had just said, nor did I completely understand myself either. Staring at Dalton's portrait blankly, I thought that he must probably feel a little disappointed since Hendrix had not come.

When Dalton passed away, Hendrix had held resentment in his heart, so he hadn't come to see him off. At the moment, Hendrix's resentment had faded, and it seemed that he had also missed Dalton less.

I wasn't sure whether it was a good or a bad thing. Someone was crying in front of a new grave. It must be someone who had just left, and the grief of the family members had not yet dissipated.

I didn't like to cry in front of graves. Holding Anne, we bade goodbye to Dalton and went to Grandmother's grave.

Holding me, Anne tugged at my sleeve, "Mommy, why is that man standing in front of Greatgrandma's grave?"

I looked over and saw a tall and slender man in black standing solemnly and coldly in front of Grandmother's grave. I could not see his expression clearly because he had his back facing

US.

I tried to think but I couldn't remember who that person was. From my memory, I couldn't remember Grandmother knowing such a person!

Feeling strange, I went forward and greeted him, "Hello!"

The man stiffened. After a while, he turned and looked at me coldly.

He was handsome and cold, with an aura that kept people at arm's length. He looked at me and said nothing. Glancing at me faintly, he then turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing the white chrysanthemums and offerings in front of the grave, I couldn't help looking at the person. I said, "Sir, you are..."

The man looked back at me and said coldly, "I'm just a passerby!"

He left after that simple reply.

Watching him leave, I couldn't help but wonder when my grandmother knew such a person.

I stopped thinking about it after bowing and saying goodbye to Grandma along with Anne. Monique's grave was the latest one. Although five years had passed, there was no weed and damages at her grave. It looked so new.

I couldn't seem to understand Josiah. Perhaps he had never loved Natalie and Monique at all. To him, they were just passersby and the people he felt guilty towards.

"Bang!" The car window was smashed.

"Mrs. Roberts, call the police!" As Evan spoke, the window glass of the driver's seat had already been smashed down.

The door of the car was opened, and Evan was dragged out of the car by two strong men. They then tied his limbs up and shoved him into the car.

I froze for a moment before taking out my phone. Just as I was about to make the call, my phone was snatched away.

Before I could react, the door of the backseat was opened. Two strong men each stood on each side, looking at me, saying with faces devoid of emotions, "Miss Reid, please come with us!"

I held Anne in my arms, worried that they might scare her, so I asked calmly, "What do you all want?"

"It will only take half an hour of your time, so please cooperate!" the two men said with dark faces.

I was worried that they would hurt Anne, so I didn't fight back. I got out of the car with Anne in my arms, looked at the two men, and said as calmly as possible, "Lead the way!"