Arabella Vanderbilt's finger moved slightly in his palm, gripped tighter by the man.
After a pause, she sighed softly, her breath tinged with a slight grievance.
"I can't just curse back."
"Why not?"
"Vulgar words, difficult to speak."
Arabella considered herself someone who avenged even the smallest grievances, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
But in a setting like today, facing Mrs. Summer's unspeakable vulgar words, even if she wanted to retort, she felt powerless.
She didn't even have the courage to open her mouth.
Joel Russo thought for a moment. He seemed unable to imagine Arabella swearing.
Yet knowing she was scolded and wronged, he harbored deep anger in his heart.
Seeing Joel's gloomy face, Arabella smiled faintly as she leaned closer to him, "Are you angry?"
Joel glanced at her, "Why didn't I think you were this easy to bully before?"
