The call connected, and a familiar voice came through.
"Hello, Arabella girl!"
Arabella Vanderbilt laughed softly. "Grandma Russo, good afternoon."
"Yes, good. Have you had lunch yet?"
Arabella Vanderbilt smelled the faint scent of hotpot still lingering in the living room, and her heart stirred slightly.
"I just finished."
"Ah, that's a pity, I was actually thinking of inviting you for lunch."
"Sorry, Grandma Russo."
"Not a problem, next time is also fine. Arabella girl, would you come out and accompany Grandma for some shopping?"
Arabella Vanderbilt was somewhat surprised.
"Grandma, you haven't had a nap yet, and shopping can be quite exhausting, you..."
Before Arabella Vanderbilt could finish her sentence, she heard the old lady sigh on the other end of the line, sounding quite pitiful.
