True Heiress Returns to Her Unemployed Rich Family (Arabella) novel Chapter 603

The driver hesitated for a moment. "How about heading to an amusement park, Ms. Miller?"

Brielle pursed her lips, thought it over, then shook her head. "No, thanks."

She pulled out her phone and dialed Arabella.

"Hey, are you free right now?" Brielle asked, her tone lacking its usual energy.

Noticing the downcast note in her voice, Arabella was puzzled. "What's going on? You sound kind of low."

"If you're not busy... want to grab lunch together?" Brielle asked.

Right then, she really needed to see Arabella. It felt like only talking to her could lighten her mood and settle the restlessness inside.

"Sure, of course." Sensing something was weighing on Brielle, Arabella agreed without hesitation.

Brielle brightened up a little. "Let's grab some spicy buffalo wings—the hottest ones they've got."

"Can you handle that much heat?" Arabella asked, a touch concerned.

"Heh," Brielle chuckled sheepishly. "Okay, maybe medium spice then?"

Arabella laughed softly. "I'll book a table and text you the address. Meet you around noon?"

Brielle agreed cheerfully. "Perfect. See you then."

"Alright." Arabella ended the call.

She hit the intercom button. "Chloe, book a table for two at that grill spot, make it medium heat."

"On it," Chloe replied.

Arabella released the intercom and returned to her work.

Around noon, Arabella arrived at the reserved private booth in the upscale grill house.

Brielle was already there and waved her over. "Arabella, over here!"

Arabella slid into the seat across from her and smiled. "Have you been waiting long?"

"Not at all, I just got here too," Brielle said. "I already put in our order for the signature sauce platter and a full spread of sides. They should bring it out any minute now."

"No worries." Arabella studied Brielle's face. "You sounded pretty upset earlier. Did something happen?"

"Ugh," Brielle sighed. "There's just... something I can't wrap my head around."

"Like what?" Arabella asked curiously.

Brielle was usually so carefree and lighthearted—it wasn't like her to get tangled up over things.

"It's about Matthew," Brielle said, her expression turning helpless. "He still won't agree to marry me. I went to see him today and... he turned me down, again."

After a pause, she turned the question back. "What do you feel you should do?"

"That's why I'm so stuck. I was hoping you could help me sort it out," Brielle said earnestly.

"If you're feeling conflicted, it probably means part of you does want to pursue this, but you're also worried about disappointing your dad—right?" Arabella gently analyzed.

Brielle's eyes brightened. She nodded repeatedly. "Yes, that's exactly it."

Arabella offered a warm smile. "Then doesn't that already give you your answer?"

Brielle froze for a second, then slowly began to understand. Still, she hesitated. "But what about Dad..."

"Your dad adores you. I'm sure if you find a path that truly matters to you, he'd support you all the way," Arabella reassured her. "Besides, you're still young. Talking about marriage now is really too soon."

"I told Dad the same thing, but he said we could get engaged first and then marry in a few years." Brielle looked genuinely torn.

"So do you have anything in mind that you'd rather be doing?" Arabella asked.

Brielle shook her head. "Not really. I don't even know what I'm passionate about."

Arabella couldn't help but chuckle softly. "No wonder your dad is so eager to see you settled down."

Maybe, deep down, Caleb also just wanted Brielle to find something meaningful to pour her heart into?

"Arabella, honestly—what do you think would suit me?" Brielle asked, her tone full of genuine curiosity.