Watching Fiona Grantham walk straight toward her, Bella Green narrowed her eyes slightly, carrying a hint of coldness.
Old Zhao saw Fiona approaching and quickly tugged on Bella Green's sleeve.
"Explain well later that this matter has nothing to do with you. Let the actress clear up the rumors, and it'll be fine."
Bella Green knew he was concerned about her, so she smiled and nodded, "Uncle Zhao, you go ahead and get busy."
Old Zhao glanced at Fiona coming over, then at Bella Green, sighed, and turned to leave.
As Fiona Grantham reached her, Bella Green remained seated on the small stool, not moving at all.
Fiona looked at her, full of guilt and helplessness.
"Bella, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect things to turn out this way. I'm very sorry, but I've already clarified things; it won't affect you."
The woman's words were very sincere, and even her gaze was incredibly genuine.
Bella Green stared at her, paused, then suddenly laughed.
