Arabella Vanderbilt's pupils suddenly constricted, feeling as if all strength in her feet had been withdrawn in an instant.
"Arabella, are you really planning to keep disappointing Grandma like this?!"
The anguished words of Rosy Roberts suddenly exploded in her mind, and she, too, had her moment of being touched by them.
Remembering that, after all, she was her Grandma, she once felt sorrow for her past actions.
Turns out, it was just her own one-sided waste of emotions.
"This gown, it was indeed Grandma who asked me for it! Since I've decided to give it to you, it means I don't want it! Although it's a bit outdated, you are still two years older than me, after all. A Preda dress is still an international brand, take it!"
Juliana Vanderbilt's face was full of disdain as she shoved the box into Arabella Vanderbilt's arms.
Arabella Vanderbilt immediately stepped back and swung the box away with her hand.
The black dress fell to the cement floor, shining darkly.
