Her words were left unfinished, and the atmosphere became a bit oppressive.
"Forget it, Arabella. Who hasn't fallen for a jerk in their youth? Do you remember how you comforted me when I was heartbroken in college?"
"..."
Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes flickered but she didn't speak. Isabella Harrison sighed softly and continued in a low voice.
"As mere visitors in life, we arrive without a place, let's not fixate on where we hail from. To be content with what comes is not the worst, for there is fragrance to be found everywhere. Oliver Timmerman is just a passerby in your life; there is no need to linger over him. Arabella, you're so outstanding, you deserve someone much better."
She deserves someone much better...
Arabella gripped her phone tighter suddenly, as a face, both familiar and strange, flashed across her mind.
But it was merely a fleeting moment before she silently curved her lips into a smile.
