The Princess and the Pauper

"You have no right to talk about my childhood." Serena suddenly burst out, "If you could treat me so well back then, why can't you do the same now? Why did everything change when Arabella came back??"

They could have loved and valued her just like they did in their childhood, but they chose not to. In the end, it was all about favoring their own flesh and blood!!

"Bella suffered outside for eighteen years, what's wrong with us wanting to make it up to her??" Bernard said with deep pain, “Are we supposed to neglect her and only be nice to you? Is that what you call fair???"

“You shower her with a hundred candies, but toss only a few my way, is that your idea of fairness??" Serena cried out in anguish, "Just because you think she never tasted candies before, that she should be compensated with a hundred at once. because I've had my share in the past, you give me just a few? You think that these few should be enough for me, that | should be content and grateful. that | shouldn't feel any sense of loss, right???"

Bernard looked at her disappointedly, "In the past, you had more than a hundred candies. You grew up carefree and happy, never worrying about food or clothing, while Bella was dependent on the kindness of strangers, enduring hardship. You were the darling of the family, living in luxury, with people shielding you from the storms of life; Bella had to fend for herself. You got into high society through family connections easily, while Bella made it through her own painstaking efforts, step by hard-earned step."

As Bernard said this, he continued with deep sorrow, "We owe her so much, and giving her only a hundred candies, and you think that's too much??"

Serena fell silent.

"Or do you think that she shouldn't have come back to this family, that we should treat you, who has no blood relation, as if you were our own? Would that be fair to you??"

Serena seemed to be struck by his words, which revealed the darkest thoughts in her heart. She remained quiet for a while before finally saying, "It's useless whatever you say now. | gave you a chance, and you didn't cherish it. Since you're so eager to make it up to her, go to hell and make it up there!"

She pressed a button on her wheelchair, intending to turn and leave, but then stopped as something occurred to her, "Oh, and those Chesters, she had dealt with them before, but this time, she’s facing an upgraded version now. | do hope she lasts a while; otherwise, it's no fun!"

With those words, Serena left contentedly.

The remaining few were grinding their teeth in anger, "Serena."

On the other side, Arabella, having arrived at the old mansion at the East Gate, was instructed by Serena to head to the Church. By that time, Arabella and Romeo's people had already encircled the entire church.

When Arabella pulled up to the church's entrance, she immediately saw Cookie, the young bodyguard, and Amos, the chief of security, thrown onto the ground.

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To be able to beat someone like this with bare hands. Even twisted his neck.

What kind of brute strength did the assailant have??

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