Arabella Vanderbilt clenched her hands tightly, her cool eyes flickering slightly.
"You're angry again."
"What I said is only human nature. If Linn were your child, I couldn't deprive you of your rights as a father. Linn's mother isn't dead; she's in prison. Since she's alive, you have a responsibility to take care of her. I can't steal a man from another woman, much less a father from his child."
The thing she hated the most was being the third party that destroyed a family.
So naturally, she couldn't let herself become that kind of person.
A desolate storm of snow and wind suffused the depths of Joel Russo's eyes.
He stared at Arabella Vanderbilt for a long while, his cool voice slowly rising, "Do you think that's what I care about?"
Arabella Vanderbilt fell silent for a moment, her presence unmistakable in his wise eyes. She took a deep breath, raised her hand to the car window, propping her forehead on one side, and faintly watched the sky outside grow darker and darker.
