Speaking of which, she innocently turned around, ready to leave.
Just then, the living room phone rang. As soon as Edith picked it up, she hurriedly brought it over and said, "Madam, someone's looking for you."
She handed the phone to Louisa, adding, "It's from Brooklyn."
Brooklyn?
Serena wanted to snatch the phone, but it was too late. With one foot already out of the dining room, she was in a state of indecision, feeling uneasy and anxious.
"Brooklyn?" Louisa took over the phone and asked affectionately, "What's up?"
"Auntie, Serena's phone is off; I'm worried about her. I have to tell you something about your relative, Arabella."
Brooklyn wanted to say that Arabella had violent tendencies.
But Louisa asked naturally, "Oh, you mean my daughter Bella? What's wrong with her?"
"Your daughter?" Now it was Brooklyn's turn to be stunned. He stuttered for a few seconds before asking, "Arabella is your daughter?"
"Yes."
"Your own child?"
"Yes."
"So she's really Serena's?"
"Sister."
"Then why did Serena say she's."
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