"She's your childhood friend or your rotten peach blossom, but the one who feels most aggrieved is me..."
Joel Russo furrowed his brow, pondered for a moment, and then looked at Arabella Vanderbilt, surprisingly showing a hint of self-blame.
But after a moment, he reacted, "It's you who wants to play with her."
Arabella Vanderbilt insisted, "She's your childhood friend."
Joel Russo said, "You initially told me not to interfere..."
Arabella Vanderbilt added, "She's also your rotten peach blossom."
Joel Russo was silent for a while. Hearing footsteps behind him, his face darkened again.
"It seems that you have more rotten peach blossoms!"
He spoke with emotion, but his hand was ready to pull her away.
The wound needs immediate attention.
However, Declan Wolles rushed in, his expression grim, his voice icy.
"How's the wound?"
Then there was Reis, who appeared just today, now as gentlemanly and enthusiastic as ever.
"Miss Vanderbilt, are you in severe pain now?"
