My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 248

The lunch was going well until a middle-aged woman appeared and disturbed the peace. She ran

straight towards Yohannes and started hitting him. Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice was

hoarse. "Yohannes, I can turn a blind eye on you having a mistress and spoiling her. But why did you

give her the right to inherit the company? What about Irvin? He's our son! Don't you know the people in

Jarold City are going to ridicule him for this?"

The woman was Irvin's mother, Helen Miller. She was ferocious, glaring at Nerissa while she bellowed,

"Nerissa, you've won. For ten years I've been fighting you, but I still couldn't win you! You've destroyed

my marriage and my family. Why are you doing this to my son now?"

Nerissa seemed oblivious to the claim. She turned to Yohannes and frowned at him, "Why did you

change the heir of inheritance for the company to my name?"

"Sooner or later, they will be yours. I'm getting older. I won't be around much longer," Yohannes softly

replied to Nerissa. Then, he turned to Helen and said, "I've transferred all

of my assets to Irvin. Besides, he's doing so well with his company in Mesville, isn't he?"

Helen shot daggers at him with her bloodshot eyes, "Yohannes, I'm the one who managed the

company with you for all these years. What right do you have to give it to someone else?"

"Nerissa isn't someone else. She is my wife," Yohannes firmly answered. He then shifted his gaze to

Irvin and asked him to bring Helen home. He sounded tired at the state of affairs.

Irvin raised his eyebrows at the request, and he rebuked with coldness, "But isn't she at home?"

"You —" Yohannes' temper flared up, and he went out of breath to the point that he started coughing.

Nerissa hurriedly went to pat at his back to help clear his lungs. "I won't accept anything from him.

Please don't bring pressure on Yohannes anymore. He's not feeling well. Please leave now!"

Nerissa's words were directed to Irvin and Helen.

Helen glowered at both Yohannes and Nerissa with hatred and anger. A brief moment later, she held

Irvin's hand and said, still trembling from the fury, "Irvin, let's go!"

Irvin remained unmoved, only looking at Yohannes and Nerissa in wrath. He would have gone berserk

on the two of them if Helen wasn't pulling at him, sobbing.

Hendrix and I only watched as the absurd situation played out. I sighed and understood why Dalton

hadn't talked much about Nerissa.

The Roberts had been making contributions in the army for generations, upholding good family

traditions. However, Dalton didn't want his descendants to risk their lives, so he left the army and

started a business, which brought us to the current Roberts Group.

Reading between the lines, the commotion earlier had made me somewhat understand why I never

heard the Roberts in Ucrebury mentioned Nerissa before. Irvin was already in his thirties, but Nerissa

was barely thirty-five. It was clear that the marriage between Yohannes and Nerissa wasn't as simple

as the normal ones.

It was too bad that such a thing happened during lunch. It was supposed to be a nice reunion between

Nerissa and her family.

The doctor in the villa gave Yohannes a simple checkup on his condition in the bedroom. Nerissa

accompanied him.

It was already later that evening when Yohannes felt better and fell asleep.

Nerissa returned to the living room to meet us, and she let out a sigh of relief as she looked at Hendrix Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

with guilt, "It's my fault. You two didn't even have a proper lunch."

For a moment, Hendrix said nothing, only looking at Nerissa. Then, he finally broke the silence in a cold

voice, "Do you regret it?"

Nerissa smiled bitterly. "It has been so many years. I couldn't exactly say that I have no regrets. But life

still needs to go on, doesn't it?"

Seeing her devotion, Hendrix didn't make any other comment. He took my hand and said to Nerissa,

"We should go."

The two of them had a lot to think about from the episode that day and the past to begin with, so

Nerissa didn't persuade us to stay longer.

I got in the car and looked blankly at the scenery outside the window. Hendrix ignited the car engine

and asked, "What do you want to eat for dinner?"

I shook my head, "I'm not very hungry."