Joel Russo's face was indescribably unsightly, Arabella Vanderbilt helplessly patted his shoulder, silently comforting him.
"I disagree."
Arabella Vanderbilt's brow furrowed, then she held the medicine bottle in her hand, slowly stood up, "I don't care whether you agree or not, I just don't agree that you disagree."
Joel Russo: "..."
Fate really has a way of coming full circle, is this woman's bit-by-bit "revenge" beginning now?
Watching Arabella Vanderbilt's figure gradually leave, in the end, he didn't get up to argue any further with her.
He knew her emotions seemed fine at the moment, yet compared to the earlier anger and agitation, her mood changed too quickly.
She was clearly forcing herself to change her mood.
Hunter Princeton's words had frightened her so much that now she dared not let herself worry about anything at all.
But is controlling one's emotions in such a conscious way really good?
However, at this sensitive time, he couldn't just expose her directly.
