A low and desolate voice came from within the car, lightly tinged with a hint of mild pleasure.
"What if you find out I'm not as kind as you imagine?"
Arabella Vanderbilt's beautiful voice seemed to still linger in his ears.
It was this afternoon, just a short while ago when she had said those words.
He hadn't expected her to act so quickly.
He really hadn't thought that the woman who appeared as mild as water could actually have such a side to her.
"Go and ask the Old Madam to come to the car."
"Yes!"
Vincent could tell his master was overly pleased with this matter; he breathed a sigh of relief, cheerfully acknowledged, and turned to walk toward Grandma Rodbell and the housekeeper, Leila.
"Hmm? Didn't they say you were very busy? How did you find the time to come here?"
Upon reaching the car and seeing her grandson, Grandma Rodbell raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with surprise.
