Arabella Vanderbilt's undisguised sarcasm made Rosy Roberts's complexion suddenly darken once more.
"This time, it was Juliana's sensibility that stopped the news of you pushing her into the sea from spreading!"
"Regarding you and Oliver Timmerman, they naturally came together, attracted to each other, perfectly in tune, you might as well accept it. Oliver's heart was not with you, a forced melon won't be sweet, you should understand this principle."
A colder chill crept into Arabella's heart, so cold she thought her already numb heart still throbbed with a faint pain.
She had pushed Juliana into the sea?
Juliana and Oliver Timmerman came together naturally because they were attracted to each other?
Ha, how ridiculous!
When a person is biased, it truly is a blind and terrifying thing!
Arabella Vanderbilt couldn't be bothered to utter another word to them; she thought by saving her breath, she might warm her heart a little.
She just coldly picked up the wooden spoon again and calmly and gracefully took a sip of the porridge.
Seeing Arabella Vanderbilt's cold demeanor, the three people's complexions had turned quite ugly. Rosy Roberts glanced at her, her gaze sweeping over the cabinet in front of her.
Her brows furrowed slightly, and with a cold drop of "You should rest," she turned and left the hospital room.
After leaving the room, in the hospital corridor, Rosy Roberts stopped and said to Victor Vanderbilt and Naomi Rein behind her:
"Go bring back some Wish Pavilion porridge for Juliana too. She shouldn't have less than what Arabella has. What were you thinking?!"
"Wish Pavilion?"
Victor Vanderbilt and Naomi Rein were stunned. When had they ordered porridge from Wish Pavilion for Arabella Vanderbilt?
Rosy Roberts had always favored the items from Wish Pavilion. Sometimes sending a servant early in the morning wouldn't guarantee securing even a single serving.
Was the porridge Arabella Vanderbilt had just eaten from Wish Pavilion?
Who bought it?
Oliver Timmerman?
But he had been in Juliana's hospital room the whole time, hadn't he?
Moreover, even if he had bought it, wouldn't he have brought one for Arabella Vanderbilt as well?
Then, that meant it must have been only for herself?
She really didn't mistreat herself, quite good at enjoying life!
"Understood, Mom, I know you've always favored their porridge. I'll ask them to bring back an extra serving for you," Naomi Rein said obediently, which improved Rosy Roberts's mood considerably.
"Let's go back."
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Wish Pavilion, elegant room on the third floor.
Vincent stood before Joel Russo, reporting back.
He also detailed his unexpected encounter with Rosy Roberts, Victor Vanderbilt, and Naomi Rein to Joel Russo.
In fact, some matters concerning the Vanderbilt family were already not a secret.
He only needed to make a casual inquiry, and a plethora of rumors surfaced all at once.
Joel Russo sat alone at the head of the room, his striking facial features silently outlined by the sunlight streaming through the window, his demeanor noble and leisurely, exuding charm and subtlety.
His head was slightly lowered, his thin lips were lightly pursed, the corners of his mouth curved into a faint arc.
His long fingers rested on the heavy solid wood table, intermittently tapping, his expensive and delicate silver cufflinks sparkling with each movement.
"Are you saying she's being isolated by her family?" a noble and deep voice slowly rose, laced with a hint of a chill, causing Vincent to involuntarily tense up.
"It appears to be the case. Miss Vanderbilt's reputation hasn't been the best..."
Vincent spoke with a measure of restraint.
In truth, it wasn't just not the best. It was downright notorious.
However, without verification of the facts, he wouldn't engage in idle speculation.
Joel Russo remained silent, his wise eyes narrowed so slightly.
Seeing this, Vincent quickly reined in his jaw and respectfully said, "Sir, should I investigate further?"
"No need."