The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1106

Chapter 1106

Ten minutes later.

The snowmobile pulled up to the resort's own luxury restaurant, where staff rushed to serve Arabella a smorgasbord of delectable dishes.

Other members of the staff hurried forward with thermal clothing, electric blankets, and hand warmers, afraid that Arabella might be cold or hungry.

Louisa also rushed anxiously to her daughter's side, "Sweetie, are you okay? Who had the audacity to harm you?

Sampson, did you find out who was responsible?"

"Quickly, tell Daddy where you're hurt. I'll call for a doctor right away,’ Kenneth was beside himself with worry, fearing that his daughter was in pain.

But Arabella gently replied, "They're the ones who got hurt, not me."

"Really?" Louisa cupped her face, scrutinizing her carefully, even rolling up her sleeves and trouser legs to conduct a rough inspection. It seemed she was indeed fine.

She heaved a sigh of relief, hugging her daughter tightly, "As long as you're okay, that's all that matters. When Sampson received that call, it scared us. Sampson, you still haven't told us who they are. Did you find out?"

"They are Angela and Darlene. You don't know them. I'll handle it."

"They must be punished severely, no mercy!" Louisa was distressed, "Such a peaceful Christmas Eve, and they had to cast a shadow on it for my precious girl. Come Bella, warm up and eat something."

Meanwhile, Angela and Darlene were running out of breath. Just as they reached the entrance of the restaurant, they overheard the conversation and upon closer inspection, realized that the elegant woman, affectionately referring to Arabella as "Sweetie", was none other than Louisa.

It was common knowledge that Louisa was pampered by her husband, who reportedly followed her everywhere.

Angela’s mother shot Angela a fierce look, also bowing in apology, her demeanor elegant and aristocratic.

Darlene’s parents, on the other hand, gave Darlene a hard slap on the back, blaming her for her reckless behavior.

"Don't be too hard on her, or the blame for her injuries will fall on us” Sampson sat on a single chair, his eyes cold.

Darlene's father wanted to say something, but Sampson raised his hand to stop him, "Let's check the injuries first."

"Mr. Sampson, this is just child's play, we can't take it too seriously. Even if they ended up bruised and battered here today, it would be due to their limited skiing skills and has nothing to do with you~"

Darlene's father tried to appease Sampson, but Sampson raised his hand to stop him from continuing.