Leila, having no choice, had to speak for the Old Madam, "Eldest Young Master, Miss Vanderbilt, please come inside."
"Okay."
Arabella Vanderbilt said, as she had already stepped forward to push the Old Madam's wheelchair into the room.
After chatting for a bit, the kitchen had prepared lunch in advance. Arabella said she would go help, and Grandma Rodbell didn't stop her, letting her go.
Then, taking advantage of this gap, she caught Joel Russo and asked in a low voice:
"How is it, you rascal, can I hold a great-grandson by the end of the year?"
The end of the year?
Wouldn't that mean she should be pregnant right now?
Joel Russo, holding his teacup with elegant gestures, took a sip and said indifferently:
"No, you can't."
His indifferent temperament made the Old Madam take a deep breath.
"Are you using contraception?"
Joel Russo, without so much as a twitch of his eyebrows, replied, "No."
The Old Madam tightened her grip on the teacup, "Is Arabella Girl physically weak?"
