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Chapter 3

    Chapter 3


    Over at Prominent Estates.


    Dorian was about to call off the engagement with the Ellington family when a sudden ring of the


    doorbell interrupted him.-


    Dorian and Cordelia immediately got up to answer the door. Vivienne also got up, seeing as it was


    basic etiquette to greet the guests.


    The visitor turned out to be Arabe. Dorian and Cordelia were taken aback, and even Vivienne raised


    an eyebrow. Weren''t they just at the Hawthorn Mansion and here Arabe was already on their


    doorstep?


    "Dad, Mom, I came to visit you, and also to see my sister. I brought her some clothes." Arabe was


    dressed in a light-colored dress, her hair pulled to the sides, and she wore a sweet smile on her face.


    She had an air of refined tranquility about her.


    Cordelia nced at the bag in Arabe''s hands and her expression immediately changed. These


    clothes were bought by Beatrice for Arabe; many were only worn once and never again.


    "You''re so considerate." Cordelia took the bag from Arabe and casually ced it on a cab.


    "What brought you here all of a sudden?" Dorian nced at the bag in Arabe''s hand, and his


    expression turning serious.


    Arabe''s gaze shifted slightly, she looked up at Dorian, her eyes welling up with tears, and said in an


    aggrieved tone, "I know you just found my sister and you want to spend more time with her. I


    understand if you don''t want to see me, but granny told me toe to teach my sister some manners."


    Dorian frowned, his gaze on Arabeced with impatience. Well, here we go again. Over the years,


    every time she came over, she would be in tears, as if someone had mistreated her. Wasn''t she the


    one who looked down on them as foster parents after she got Beatrice''s favor? Who was she putting


    on this act for now?


    Dorian got suddenly upset, "What manners to teach? Vivienne''s manners are just fine; she doesn''t


    need anyone to teach her. She''s not marrying into the royal family. Why the need for all these


    manners?"


    "Ha ha!" Vivienne couldn''t help butugh at Dorian''sment. Dorian sure had a sense of humor.


    Arabe''s beautiful face suddenly turned red as she lowered her head and bit her lip, "Dad, that''s not


    what I meant. I just..."


    "Alright, go tell your granny, I''m calling off the engagement with the Ellington family. Since she looks


    down on Vivienne, then she shouldn''t care whether she has manners or not," Dorian said somewhat


    irritated.


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    "What? Call off the engagement?" Arabe couldn''t keep up her act, her hands clenching her skirt,


    hatred almost spewing from her eyes.


    What a joke! He sure treated his biological daughter differently.


    When the Ellington family thought she was the one engaged to Percival, she had subtly expressed her


    reluctance to marry Percival, but Dorian had said that it wasn''t up to him to call off the engagement, as


    it was Beatrice''s decision.


    And now?


    Vivienne just came back, and Dorian was in a hurry to call off this engagement. Howe he wasn''t


    saying it wasn''t up to him this time?


    "Yes, Vivienne is only neen. I''ve only just gotten her back, and I''m not going to let her get married,"


    Dorian said seriously, "Go tell your granny that she should stop getting any ideas to marry Vivienne off."


    He knew what Beatrice was thinking. He might have listened to her in the past, but on the matter of


    Vivienne''s marriage, he would make no concessions. If anyone dared to have any designs on Vivienne,


    he would sever ties with them.


    Arabe said, looking at Vivienne and softly saying, "You don''t want the Hawthorn family to be in


    trouble, do you? This is the result of our grandfather''s lifetime effort. If because of you..." She didn''t


    finish her sentence, deliberately leaving it hanging.


    Hearing this, Vivienne slightly lifted her eyes, her red lips curled into a smile, "Yes, I don''t want to get


    married. Do you?"


    Arabe was stunned, her expression turning sour. Was she to marry that disabled Percival? She was


    the talented girl of Havenwood, she had made great achievements in various fields, and now she was


    an honor student, her future bright. Why would she ruin it by marrying that disabled man?


    What did Vivienne mean by that? Was she deliberately trying to make her sick?


    "This joke is not funny at all," Arabe managed a smile, looking quite ufortable.


    Vivienne blinked, tilting her head to look at her, "I''m not joking."


    Arabe almost couldn''t help pping Vivienne. "You''re the real Miss Hawthorn." Arabe''s tone


    suddenly became high-pitched, and the malice in her eyes grew stronger.


    "Well." Vivienne replied nonchntly, "So you''re teaching me, the real Miss Hawthorn, how to handle


    things?"


    "You!" Arabe''s hands were clenched tight, and she took a deep breath and said with a lightugh,


    "You misunderstood, how dare I teach you anything? It''s granny who said that the engagement with the


    Ellington family is important, especially since after the engagement, they will invest a sum of money in


    ourpany, so we can''t call off the engagement."


    Without waiting for Vivienne to speak, Arabe stood up, "Dad, I have to go to thepanyter, I


    can''t stay long. Granny said that she didn''t agree with sister and Mr. Ellington calling off the


    engagement. If you insist on doing this, she''ll take back this apartment."


    Beatrice didn''t actually say this; it was all Arabe''s own words. But she could change Beatrice''s


    attitude before Dorian could see Beatrice.


    Dorian''s expression changed, he was about to say something, but Arabe had already left.
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