When getting into the car, Arabella Vanderbilt was carried and seated by Joel Russo, and he fastened the seat belt for her.
But from start to finish, he kept a stern face, pressing his lips tightly without uttering a word.
Even now, he hasn't said a single word.
No need to say much, Arabella Vanderbilt knew he was angry.
The gloom and coldness emanating from him seemed to be the most severe it had ever been.
She had seen him angry before, but compared to now, it was completely different.
He was suppressing himself.
Indeed, things are different now.
"...Sorry, I couldn't sit at home waiting for news! Moreover, there are some things I need to do personally."
Arabella's proactive apology did not elicit any response from Joel Russo.
Not even a glance was spared for her.
Arabella leaned back in the seat, sighed lightly, and closed her eyes, feeling a bit weary.
Joel Russo drove silently along the way into a vast European-style estate.
