Perhaps seeing that Arabella Vanderbilt was impervious, Rosy Roberts eventually let out a long sigh.
"Arabella."
Though she still instinctively found this granddaughter unappealing, she knew the present was different from the past, and she hadn't come to annoy her.
Swallowing her frustration, she raised the thermal box she had been holding to Arabella's face.
"These are dumplings I made myself. I remember you used to love them when you were little? Here, for you."
Arabella's gaze turned to the thermal box in her hand, freezing for a few seconds before curling into an extremely sarcastic smile.
"Sorry, I don't like them."
Rosy's smile stiffened suddenly, "How could that be, I remember…"
"Maybe you're not wrong, I used to like eating them, but I often got them taken by Juliana Vanderbilt, and not being able to taste them, I just stopped liking them. That goes for people too."
That goes for people too.
Regarding her grandma, perhaps she liked and relied on her at first.
