Arabella Vanderbilt completely understood Ruth Wills.
Wasn't she the same?
How could she bear to make Joel Russo difficult?
"I understand." Arabella nodded, then smiled, "The Old Master can't win against us. In this world, only we have stayed by his son and Grandson's side the longest."
Ruth couldn't help but laugh, "Exactly! Even if he's not happy, he can't deny it!"
Arabella smiled indulgently, her eyebrows curved, looking a bit lazy—even Ruth couldn't help but click her tongue and shake her head.
"If it weren't for meeting your father and you having my son, I'd have had to find a chance to deal with you! That look of yours... No wonder you could sweep my blockhead son off his feet."
Arabella: "..."
This doesn't seem like something a mother-in-law should say, does it…
The two women...
Was her focus off?
A little exasperated with Ruth's unconventional thinking, she glanced down and covered the exposed skin at her collar with her hand.
