Arabella Vanderbilt looked at the man motionless in front of her, and at the large pool of blood on the ground, "...probably."
Joel Russo paused, "Where are you now?"
"...In your courtyard."
Almost simultaneously, Joel Russo began to move, "Don't catch a cold, wait for me obediently!"
"...Okay."
Detecting the uncontrollable tremor in her voice, Joel Russo tightened his jaw, "Arabella, don't be afraid, it's going to be okay, alright?"
Arabella Vanderbilt gripped the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white, forcing herself to remain calm, "...Okay."
"I'm heading back right now, don't be afraid, wait for me."
Repeating it once more, the call ended, and Joel Russo's face suddenly turned freezing cold.
At this moment, he had already exited the restaurant, and Jackson Russo's eyes turned as he was the first to react, quickly standing up from his chair and chasing after him.
