Watching Joel Russo with flowers heading into the hospital room, Arabella Vanderbilt turned to Selvia Todd, the smile on her face already faded somewhat.
"Not sitting down?"
Selvia Todd stared at her, deliberately lowering her voice and said:
"Last night you clearly blocked Aisha's slap."
With these words, Arabella Vanderbilt smiled, her expression indiscernible.
"But I still didn't block her second slap."
Selvia Todd frowned, "You know what I mean."
Arabella Vanderbilt chuckled, her delicate eyebrows raised slightly, like mist.
"Of course I know what you mean. So I got slapped. Or do you think I only got one slap yesterday and that's too few?"
Suddenly a chilling anger surged in Selvia Todd's heart.
She truly felt this woman was somewhat frightening.
Regarding what happened last night, apart from the surprise at Arabella Vanderbilt's identity, nobody suspected anything else.
It seemed like just a misunderstanding.
