But more than anything, it was irony and relief.
Finally, she took out the lighter she had been holding, flicked open the cap, and looked coolly at Rosy Roberts, who was clutching her legs.
"No! Arabella, Grandma begs you, you can't do this!"
"Your shamelessness has trampled my bottom line time and again. For Grandpa's sake, I've let you go again and again! But you are too restless, inch by inch, utterly shameless! Don't you love money? I'll make sure you have nothing in one go!"
As soon as the words fell, she pressed down on the lighter, a flame shot out, and without hesitation, she threw it onto the curtains already soaked with alcohol.
The flames leaped up instantly, and the heat wave rushed at them in an instant.
"No!!!"
Rosy Roberts screamed again, her eyes widening in horror, reflecting the dancing flames in front of her. She was stunned for two seconds and then, somehow finding the strength, grabbed the teapot from the coffee table and threw it into the flames.
