“If Arabella Vanderbilt decides to do something, whether good or bad, she’ll do it openly and honestly!
I’d rather be an upright scoundrel than stoop to sneaking around, playing double games, and sowing discord like a despicable person!”
A flicker of surprise briefly crossed Oliver Timmerman’s face.
He suddenly looked down at Juliana Vanderbilt in his arms, crying with a face full of frail sadness, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
Based on his understanding of Arabella Vanderbilt…
“Brother Oliver, will my face be disfigured…
can I still act in the future…
I don’t know…
If I can’t act, what else would I do…
sob sob sob…”
Pity immediately filled Oliver’s eyes.
He gently placed her wet hair over her shoulder and said in a very tender voice:
“You won’t be disfigured, you can continue to act, and you certainly will become the leading film actress you dream of.”
Heh…
Arabella Vanderbilt sneered, turned around, and sat down beside the hospital bed.
“Enough of your sweet nothings.
Take it somewhere else.”
Oliver Timmerman looked up, regarding Arabella Vanderbilt with eyes that were utterly foreign.
Then he bent down, picked up the weeping and limp Juliana Vanderbilt, and strode out of the ward.
Arabella Vanderbilt stood up and closed the partially shut door to the ward.
Completely isolated from the outside, in the room left to just one person, she leaned against the door and deeply closed those stubborn and clear, cold eyes.
What was left was only fatigue and powerlessness…
She could never understand why some people could live with so many ulterior motives!
The food on the dresser was no longer appealing; she sat on the bed with an indifferent expression, staring at the bright sky outside the window.
What was once unnoticed, she suddenly realized, how lonesome it felt to be alone, so chilling that her whole body shivered.
Oliver Timmerman…
How could you bear to leave me alone…
After everyone else had left me, even you, the last one left, chose to go.
How cruel you are, just when I thought I had you, only you, you still abandoned me…
Sadness was unstoppable in Arabella Vanderbilt’s heart.
She, too, was human, a mortal, with a heart of flesh.
She had reluctance, compassion, desires, sorrow, and joy; however strong she was, how strong could she really be?
A gust of cool wind swept in through the window, the chill snapped her back to reality, and her body trembled slightly.
At the same moment, her phone on the bedside began to ring.
Including the coat she wore on the ferry that day, her handbag, and her phone, all were in the ward.
If you wonder who had been so attentive, Arabella Vanderbilt knew without thinking, it was the work of her life’s only good friend, Isabella Harrison.
On checking the caller ID, at this time, it could only be her.
With a sigh, Arabella Vanderbilt answered the call.
“Isabella.”
“Um, I’m sorry, Arabella, I’ve been really tied up at the company these past days, I haven’t been able to visit you…”
“I know, don’t worry about me.
I’m doing well now.
Since I was fine before, I will be fine now.”
Arabella Vanderbilt said understandingly.
Emma Harrison owned a cosmetics company, initially outsourcing production to factories.
However, this approach often led to various problems, including formula issues, pricing, cutting corners, and product quality, amongst others.
Different problems cropped up every time, and, in a fit of anger, Emma Harrison decided to establish her own manufacturing plant.
Now was indeed her busiest time, and Arabella Vanderbilt naturally understood.
Isabella Harrison was silent for a while, “…
I heard, Oliver Timmerman, he…”