The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1772

On the other side of the grand estate, Darren and Belinda emerged from the cluttered storage room, their eyes brimming with

tears.

The servants promptly secured the door behind them.

Inside, Serena pounded on the locked door, her sobs fierce and heart-wrenching. "Grandma, Grandpa, I'm so sorry, | really am.

Please stop crying. Don't be angry or sad over someone like me, it's not worth it."

She had watched, helpless, as her grandparents who had once doted on her, stood before her in tears, questioning her, reminding

her that before all this mess, they had truly loved her as their own granddaughter.

Tears flooded Serena's face as her conscience stirred awake.

"I know nothing | say will make a difference now," she cried, banging on the door, "I've made an unforgivable mistake, | don't

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

deserve your forgiveness. Just please, take care of yourselves, don't let this ruin your health."

She remembered how, during the confrontation, her grandparents had nearly collapsed in distress multiple times, which filled her

with guilt and sorrow.

Initially, all she wanted was to maintain her status within the family, to keep the affection of her kin, nothing more.

She never intended harm to cto Arabella.

How did things get this far?

Why?

"Grandma, Grandpa." Serena wept, slumping to the floor, her strength failing her until she lay crumpled on the cold ground.

The previous day, she had painstakingly removed shards of glass from a wound on her forehead while looking at her reflection in

the window, passing out twice from the pain.

The wound had not been properly treated or bandaged, and she had been without food or drink since yesterday, without clean

clothes, or even a bed to rest.

The bruises from her mother's blows throbbed painfully, her consciousness fading, tears still clinging to her lashes. The floor was

cold, yet her body felt unbearably hot.

In the living room, Darren and Belinda were joined by Arabella, who had just walked in. Seeing their beloved granddaughter safe

and sound, they were once again moved to tears.

"Bella." They each embraced her tenderly, their hearts aching with regret, "We've let you down in this family."

"Dad, Mom, let go, Bella's got injuries on her arm, don't hurt her." Louisa, seeing their distress, quickly intervened.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

The grandparents withdrew their hands in alarm, then eagerly listened to Arabella's account of what happened, their hearts

growing heavier with each detail of her ordeal.

Bard also took a seat beside Arabella, expressing his concern about her injuries and experiences.

Eunice brought them freshly brewed tea, and as the adults gathered, she leaned in to whisper to Arabella, "l once said that no

matter how many remnants of Doom's influence were left in Dawnstar, I'd root them all out. Now they've been caught, and there

are hardly any left. You can enjoy your tin Dawnstar without worry now."

"Thanks, Aunt Eunice," Arabella replied, touched that her aunt had been working to eliminate those threats while she was away,

realizing how much her aunt truly cared for her.

"Here, have swarm tea," Eunice offered her a cup, adding with a smile, "Can you tell what kind it is?"

Arabella had recognized it immediately, "Is it that tea we always drink at your place?"

"Sharp nose," Eunice chuckled, her lips curving into a smile. "I knew you liked it, so | brought six boxes for you this time."