Arabella Vanderbilt ascended the steps, a clear and haughty air combined with an overpowering sense of oppression bearing down directly upon her.
Arabella did not respond to Victor Vanderbilt's accusation of "you bastard," instead, she cast a cold glance at him and walked straight into the house.
Victor was completely ignored by Arabella, her calm indifference, in contrast to his anger, made him seem more like a buffoon.
Grinding his teeth, he returned to the living room with a cold face, only to find Arabella already seated on the sofa.
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Outside, the sky had turned completely dark, and inside the spacious living room, clean and well-lit by the windows, the luxury was further enhanced by the light.
The bright light was even sharp enough to reveal the finest dust particles, floating in a deathly stillness.
