Arabella Vanderbilt's icy eyes flickered with deep pain.
She couldn't swim, and she had been submerged longer than Juliana, coupled with the fact that she had just awakened; no matter how furious she was, she couldn't gather the strength to vent her anger.
"You're truly despicable."
Juliana Vanderbilt scoffed coldly.
"But if I didn't do it, you would never know what it means to oblige. It was you who clung to Brother Oliver and refused to let go!"
"Juliana, where is your bottom line?! Everyone knows Oliver Timmerman is my fiance! Do you think everyone is an idiot?!"
Juliana laughed, a laugh so convulsive that her shoulders shook violently.
"After all this... Sister, don't you feel that, indeed, everyone is an idiot?"
"..."
Arabella Vanderbilt was rendered speechless, just gazing coldly at her.
Juliana was right; everyone truly was an idiot!
Such crass and despicable tactics, yet they believed her unconditionally, time and again.
They were so foolish that even if Juliana stumbled, there would be people who adored her to death!
Stupid, so stupid!
Including herself!
"What, Sister? You still can't accept it? Then..."
At that moment, Juliana's complexion suddenly changed, and she looked at Arabella with a face of frailty and helplessness, reaching out to grab Arabella's arm.
"Sister, it's all my fault..."
"Don't touch me!"
Sensing her proximity and the sudden change in her demeanor, Arabella felt nothing but disgust.
She swiftly raised her hand to block, refusing Juliana's touch.
However, Juliana's figure swayed and staggered, and the thermos in her other hand "thudded" onto the floor!
Water splashed everywhere!
The frail voice suddenly rose sharply.
"Ah... it hurts!"
"Arabella, what are you doing?!"
A gloomy voice suddenly resounded behind her.
Arabella Vanderbilt spun around, but the figure at the door had already rushed over.
Arabella only saw the fierce and ruthless glare in Oliver Timmerman's eyes before she was shoved aside.
Already weak, Arabella Vanderbilt was pushed against the nearby railing, feeling a dull pain in her waist!
Her complexion grew even paler as she gripped the railing behind her to steady herself.
Watching the scene unfold before her, she felt utterly foolish.
Knowing full well that Juliana could resort to any childish and malicious trick, yet she was ensnared by her time and again!
She also knew that Oliver Timmerman was not really stupid, but he, too,...
"Brother Oliver, it hurts so much..."
Upon hearing this, Oliver Timmerman stood up, his heartache intensifying at Juliana's words.
"Hold on, I'll take you to see the doctor."
He said, lifting Juliana into his arms, then looked up at Arabella Vanderbilt, who was coldly observing from the side, and spoke sternly:
"You go back to your room, I'll come to see you in a bit!"
Arabella Vanderbilt sneered, her eyes brimming with sarcasm.
It wasn't until Oliver Timmerman had left with Juliana in his arms that Arabella Vanderbilt finally let out a cold laugh.
Under the gardenia tree not far away, an elderly lady in a wheelchair watched the scene in silence.
"Leila, did you see everything that just happened?"
The Old Madam spoke, her shrewd eyes fixed in the direction of Arabella Vanderbilt.
The woman beside her, probably in her fifties, respectfully replied, "I saw it all, Old Madam."
"Hmph, that little hussy, with her stupid and inferior scheming!" the Old Madam sneered angrily.
"But doesn't this prove the other girl even more foolish? She can't even resolve such lowly and base tactics?"
The Old Madam shook her head, wisdom gleaming in her eyes.
"Leila, you are wrong," she said.
"Please enlighten me, Old Madam."
"The other girl is too upright. Because she herself disdains to do such things, hates to do them, certain matters simply exceed her moral baseline, violating human decency! Therefore, she cannot fathom that in this world, there are indeed people so despicable and shameless as to commit such vile and disgraceful acts."
Leila nodded, "I understand, Madam."
The Old Madam stared at Arabella Vanderbilt for a long while, then said:
"However, it's indeed not too pleasant..."
After a moment of contemplation, she added:
"That temperament and nature, on the other hand, are not bad. Go call her over for me; I want to take a closer look at her."
As a servant, Leila felt somewhat troubled.
"But Old Madam, the Young Master will be here soon, and if he sees outsiders entering the garden..."
"What? Is he going to eat me?!"
The Old Madam pouted and spoke sternly, her tone still betraying affection for her grandson.
Leila chuckled, "Alright, alright! I'll bring her to you right away!"
As they were speaking, the gate between the two pittosporum trees rattled a few times.