"What do you mean?"
Her eyes were tightly locked on Beverly, "What kind of explanation do you want from me?"
"I don't know what I should explain to you."
Beverly pursed her lips tightly, "I've made everything so clear earlier, why are you still pretending to be clueless?"
Arabella Vanderbilt sneered, "Pretending to be clueless? I honestly don't know what I've done wrong in your eyes that makes you demand an explanation from me now. Since you're asking, you ought to tell me where I went wrong so that I can address it accordingly, right?"
Beverly clenched her fists tightly, looking into Arabella's eyes with an almost overwhelming urge to tear her apart.
She's so shrewd, nearly devil-like, now feigning ignorance of her meaning—who'd believe her!
She just wants to hear those certain words come straight from Arabella's lips.
If it were before, she'd naturally keep silent.
