"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.
