"After going back to the Vanderbilt family and seeing Oliver Timmerman, you ended up in this sorry state, huh?"
Arabella Vanderbilt's brows furrowed slightly, "I just got drenched in cold water…"
Joel Russo's eyes narrowed slightly, "So, you're saying you got bullied when you went home?"
Arabella thought about everything that had happened at the Vanderbilt home today; it may have seemed ordinary when spoken of, but upon reflection, it felt endlessly ironic.
Maybe it was the rare sickness that had made her feel particularly vulnerable, or maybe it was the infrequent care she received from others. As she looked out at the boundless moonlight, the desolation in her heart grew even more profound.
"Today, when I went back, I was foolish again… I always think that we are indeed family, and no matter how long the coldness lasts, there is still that thin connection of blood."
