Arabella Vanderbilt's brows furrowed slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, she still walked in.
"Arabella is here..."
The way the voice sounded, it seemed inherently awkward.
Arabella tugged at the stiff corners of her mouth, as her upbringing wouldn't allow her to ignore the two people across from her.
The one who had just spoken to her was Brenda Campbell, Oliver Timmerman's mother.
She was dressed in a purple lace-trimmed bodycon dress, and she was well-maintained, her features still looking absolutely beautiful.
By her side sat a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, Brandon Timmerman.
His face seemed to be naturally stern, but it didn't detract from his handsomeness, and the charm between his brows and eyes, Oliver resembled him too much.
The relationship between her and Oliver, however complicated it might be, was ultimately their own business as young people.
