"Are you alright?" Joel Russo looked up at him, his voice deep and mellow.
"I'm fine." Arabella Vanderbilt answered indifferently, "Are you going to take Grandma home?"
"Since Grandma is fine, I won't go back. There's still work to do at the company."
Arabella Vanderbilt nodded, recalling the phone call earlier, where Vincent had said he was in a meeting.
"Then Grandma…"
"Arabella Girl, you take me home, you accompany Grandma home! I don't have this grandson!"
Before Arabella Vanderbilt could finish her words, Grandma Russo's somewhat angry voice rang out in the car!
Arabella Vanderbilt bent down, and Joel Russo stared at her, the distance between them suddenly closing.
Even though it was a perfectly normal distance, there was still a flicker of surprise in Arabella Vanderbilt's starry eyes.
She shifted her gaze anxiously, looking past Joel Russo's profile to Grandma Russo in the car.
