"That's right, my charm is peerless..."
Liam suddenly froze. The text interface showed that Arabella was typing. After waiting for a long time, he sent the message again and discovered that it was rejected by Arabella.
"Holy shit!"
Liam threw the apple away, got up from the sofa, called his assistant and said seriously, "Jovanny, do you think my phone doesn't work?"
The reminder on the screen was quite hard to read, but it showed that the message had been sent, but it was rejected by Arabella.
"Well ... Liam, there's nothing wrong with your phone. She block you!"
Seeing that Liam was petrified on the spot, Jovanny twitched his lips.
Just now, he was bragging, and he didn't expect to have egg on his face so suddenly.
"How could it be?!"
Liam couldn't believe that the fatty who would exclaim when seeing him would block him without hesitation.
Hearing that she was kidnapped, Liam didn't care at all. Anyway, as long as he condescended himself, this fatty would be dead set.
But she had a tantrum?
"In less than five minutes, she will regret it. When the time comes, she will befriend me again and take the initiative to apologize."
Liam firmly believed that Arabella's infatuation with him was real. If it wasn't, then Arabella could replace his sister to be the actress of the year.
Five minutes passed. A red exclamation mark was there. Ten minutes passed. It was still there.
Half an hour later, Liam suddenly came to a realization. He stared at his phone and muttered, "I know the reason."
"What is it?"
Jovanny pricked up his ears and inquired. Did Mrs. Arabella suddenly realize that Liam was double-faced, so that she changed from an admirer to a detractor?
Well, it was very likely.
"The fatty lost her phone."
Liam nodded. He convinced himself that he should have confidence in his charm. The fatty was infatuated with him a few days ago, and she would not change so fast.
Jovanny was speechless.
It was so typical of Liam. He wouldn't act like those normal people. He was so narcissistic!
After blocking Liam, Arabella again had a peaceful life. Almost no one contacted her. It was as if she had been forgotten, and her life became dull.
She stayed in hospital for ten days and had a regular schedule. She went to the lawn every afternoon to have a sunbath and watch the latest jewelry show and yoga videos.
In the afternoon, she was told by the doctor that she could be discharged.
"Madam, Master Hart asked us to pick you up."
Lucy brought a maid to help Arabella pack her luggage.
During the past few days in the hospital, in addition to clothes, Lucy also brought some jewelry that Arabella usually wore and a few pairs of high heels that she collected for her entertainment.
As the mistress of a rich family, Arabella had to have her own style. Arabella was able to walk on her own. Lucy and the maid supported her, followed by four black-clothed bodyguards, one of whom was carrying her bag.
Arabella was not used to this.
"Who's in the house?"
Sitting in the extended version of Rolls-Royce, Arabella closed her eyes. She was about to return to the Hart and meet Margaret. She was so nervous.
This was the only person who cared about her. Arabella lived under this title and deeply felt sorry for Margaret.
"Madam, Madam Margaret said it was improper to spread the news of your hospitalization. We will be back for a family gathering. There are no outsiders."
Lucy rolled her eyes, blaming Arabella for her restlessness. She had just escaped death and was discharged from the hospital, but she was thinking of holding a party at the mansion.
Those from poor families loved to show off. Even though she was raised up by Margaret, she learned nothing about keeping a low profile like the Harts did.
"Family..."
Arabella was upset. She didn't want to face the whole family, especially Ashton. She was worried that he would throw the divorce agreement onto her face.
At that time, even if she begged, it would be useless.
Therefore, the best way was to stay away from Ashton so as to maintain the marriage until she found out what was behind the kidnapping.
"Yes. Ashton had the business trip postponed and he'll be home at four o'clock."
Lucy finished and said nothing more.
They arrived at the suburb, which was famous for being a rich community in the city.
The Hart's was located halfway up the mountain, but the road was well built and it was not steep.
Although Arabella had her memories, she was still shocked by the house in front of her. The shock in her heart was indescribable.
She thought that living in a villa was amazing, especially in the City where the land was so expensive.
As for the Hart's, it had the style of the 30s. It was somewhat vintage, but each wall and roof was delicately designed.
Not only were there rockery gardens, there was also a large artificial lake. Surrounded by mountains and water, those outsiders would probably think that this was a scenic spot.
But the most mysterious thing about the Hart family was its background.
She was raised by Margaret, so she had understandings about the family. It wasn't a nouveau riche family but was very rich a long time ago.
The family had properties in all industries around the world, and perhaps even Ashton didn't know how much money the family had.
The family had so many antiques, whose value was immeasurable.
"Arabella is back. Let me take a look!"
Just as Arabella got out of the car, a gray-haired old woman in a wheelchair came out from the entrance. The woman's hair was gray as well, but she looked pretty vigorous.
"grandmother, why are you here?"
Her feelings made Arabella extremely close to the old woman. Margaret was doing well. She heard that Arabella had been abducted and fell down out of anxiety, so she had to use a wheelchair.
"With this wheelchair, I can be mobile."
The old woman glared at and complained about the servants. Her grandson instructed them to nourish her by feeding her nutritious soup.
The old woman hated bland food. She especially loved sweet foods. She thought that when Arabella came back, she could grab a piece to satisfy herself.
"grandmother, Ashton is doing this for you, so don't be angry."
Arabella stepped forward, pushed the wheelchair, and spoke to the old woman with a smile.
Before coming here, she was a little worried that she would be stilted. However, when she saw Margaret, she immediately felt an intimacy from the bottom of her heart.
"Save it, you're a couple. You're defending that bastard."
Margaret waved her hand and then winked at Arabella, signaling her to rid the servants and talk to her alone.
Arabella could not help feeling funny in her heart.
The mysterious Ashton was a bastard to Margaret. Indeed, there would always be someone conquering another.
Margaret turned around and saw that her granddaughter-in-law was happy and her mood improved.
Ashton didn't like Arabella. He strongly opposed to it back then, but the old woman had been there. In reality, the so-called love at first sight did not exist. It was all about appearance. Only by getting along would they fall for each other and live together forever.
Ashton and Arabella had been married for six years and they rarely came to visit. Margaret had forced her grandson, but there was no response.
Margaret couldn't help but wonder if she had repaid the kindness in the wrong way. Some feelings might not be developed at all.
However, even if she was wrong, she had to continue this way. Arabella had given birth to her great-grandson, so she wouldn't watch them divorce.
"Arabella, Ashton has come back from the company, but he is on the way to the kindergarten to pick Adrian up. He can get home by five o'clock. When they arrive, we will start dinner."
Margaret was in a good mood. She pointed at the strings of firecrackers in the living room and smiled. "Let's set them off after dinner to rid your bad luck."
For a rich lady, there was no other greater whammy than being kidnapped for no reason. When Margaret received the news, she was so appalled and angry that she almost died.
Fortunately, Arabella was blessed by her ancestors and was fine.
"Arabella, do you have ... dessert?"
After Margaret finished speaking, she looked at Arabella with puppy-dog eyes. During the time when Arabella was hospitalized, she couldn't deliver dessert to her. It had been a long time since she had eaten it, and everything was tasteless to her.
"Grandma, I haven't eaten dessert lately."
Arabella shook her head. It was said that old women would be like children. Margaret was a big shot when she was young, but when she got old, she became a different person.
Margaret had mild diabetes and needed to control her blood sugar. Generally, she was not allowed to eat any dessert.
She had always been soft-hearted and would agree to the old woman's request. However, Arabella would not. She had to take care of the old woman's health.
Dessert was fine, but xylitol must be used to replace sugar and it may not be delicious.
"Alright."
Margaret had a disappointed look.
"Grandma, we have some xylitol. How about I make you mung bean cakes?"
In her previous life, besides being good at jewelry design, Arabella was also good at cooking. She was born with a talent because she was too busy with her obsession and hadn't learned it systematically.
The mung bean cake was neither sweet nor greasy. It was refreshing and was suitable for both young and old. Though with xylitol in place of sugar, its taste will not be affected.
"You will make it for me? That's so good!"
Margaret was easy to butter up. After hearing Arabella's words, she smiled and rubbed her hands, looking expectant.
The Harts had chefs, so normally, the she wouldn't cook. Arabella recalled and found that she didn't seem to have been in the kitchen much. She was a woman who rarely did chores.
She would occasionally buy some groceries for the old woman, but the family was rich, and the least important thing was money. The things she bought were all piled up in a small warehouse and had nowhere to be used.
Arabella had a different view on filial piety from the she. For her, being with the elders was more important.
Margaret was different from the matriarch of a wealthy family in her imagination. She treated her very well and was someone Arabella would cherish.
"Arabella, it's getting late. There's no hurry to make mung bean cakes. Why don't you go to kindergarten to pick Adrian up?"
Margaret suddenly had an idea. Ashton and Arabella were distant. She supposed that it was because they spent little time together.
Although Arabella grew up in the Harts, her grandson was always abroad. They just met each other a few times before getting married.
After marriage, her grandson was busy with work, and Arabella was at home. They lived apart all year round.
The old woman had brought this up a few times. Ashton agreed on the surface, but she still followed her own way and would not come home unless there was a big festival like the Spring Festival.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Margaret wanted them to be with Adrian. The first thing a Hart had to learn was to get used to loneliness.