The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1841

There were photos taken at tourist hotspots after they'd grown up.

And there were their smiles captured from their birthdays past.

These memories played like an old movie, scene after scene flickering in Chasel’s mind.

That little girl from his past, she was so pure and kind, so simple and sweet. But why did she end up doing all those cruel, heartless

things to Bella.

In the end, Chasel dumped everything related to her into the trash can.

The servant, tidying up the room, was surprised to find that Chasel had thrown away the group photos he treasured most.

In the past, if those photos ever gathered dust, Chasel would meticulously clean them himself, forbidding anyone else to touch

them.

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Serena had it all, a future bright as the stars, a life of luxury, adored by everyone. Yet she was never satisfied, choosing instead a

path that broke the Collins family's hearts. It was foolish, truly a case of reaping what she sowed!

Arabella spent half an hour searching the room Erik once occupied but couldn't find a single clue.

On her way back to the main house, she saw two servants carrying out trash bags to the gate. One of the bags, overstuffed, let a

few picture frames spill out—photos of Serena and Chasel together.

The servants stooped to pick them up, noticing Arabella and giving her a polite nod.

"Are these all-things Chasel doesn't want anymore?" Arabella asked in a soft tone.

"Yes, as well as sof Sean's," one servant said, opening the bags to show their contents filled with items related to Serena.

Arabella hadn't expected that Chasel and Sean would throw away even their photos together.

"Bella!"

At that moment, Sean, who had been pacing in front of the main house window, finally saw his sister emerge and hurried outside,

carrying an umbrella.

"It's started to snow; | brought an umbrella for you," Sean opened the umbrella over her head. "You didn't get wet, did you?"

"No, Sean." Arabella gave a small, warm smile, "You're not too busy today?"

"Yes, I've been quite free lately, just staying at hkeeping you company. Any luck finding clues?" Sean angled the umbrella to

shelter her more.

"No, he's been careful not to leave anything behind." Arabella held a tablet in her hand.

"Here, put your hands in your pockets and warm yourself up."

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"You're not dressed warmly enough for this cold weather." Arabella noticed he was only wearing his thick loungewear, although

plush, they were hardly suitable for the chilly outdoors. "I'll have someone bring over smore jackets."

Sean was elated at the offer, pretending to protest the expense, but inside he was overjoyed.

As they entered the main house, his smile froze.

For there was Chasel, also in loungewear, plush and thick, looking even more dashing.

"You're back?" Chasel greeted Arabella with a gentle smile. "Did you find anything?"

"Nothing was left behind." Arabella noticed his loungewear. "They look good on you, Chasel."

This was the first tArabella had seen Chasel in the loungewear she had designed, as he was usually away on missions.

"They're specially designed by you, so of course, they look good," Chasel said, fondly ruffling her hair.

Specially designed?

Sean felt a sting of envy at that revelation!