"What makes you uncomfortable has never been her. People who can't distinguish right from wrong have never been me."
Joel Russo's brows carried a hint of menace; each word he uttered was wrapped in frost, gradually freezing the air and hearts around.
Then who could it be?
It was obvious.
The room was left with only Grandpa's heavy breathing.
After a long while, Grandpa finally spoke again:
"What if I insist on making you choose between that woman and me?"
The atmosphere in the living room sank into silence again.
Arabella Vanderbilt suddenly grabbed Joel Russo's hand from behind.
She feared he might suddenly make some irrevocable decision.
Joel Russo tightened his grip on her hand, coldly staring at Grandpa.
"Are you sure you want me to say it?"
The indifferent voice suddenly stirred a wave of panic in Grandpa's heart.
Joel Russo's decision seemed to be of no suspense.
