"In short, I don't agree to bring her into the Russo Family. I've said my piece here, the rest is up to you to decide! Leila, return to your room."
Arabella Vanderbilt stood on the stairs for a long time, her hand gripping the railing. She quietly watched these two arguments unfold, watching Leila push the Old Madam away, her expression calm and devoid of any emotion.
The Old Master lifted his head, looking over in their direction, his gaze sweeping directly past Arabella Vanderbilt at her side, and settled on Joel Russo.
"Speak! What exactly should be done about this matter?!"
Joel Russo, however, simply stepped forward, grabbed Arabella Vanderbilt's hand, and turned to head back upstairs.
He did not say a word to the Old Master.
Yet the gaze cast on his face was as cold as deep ice from a profound pond.
The Old Master wobbled in anger.
Joel Russo's silence was something he found harder to accept than any words he could have said.
