The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 

Molly choked up a bit, then continued, “My uncle said my mom and I didn’t know how to run a company, so he took over, doing everything he could to strip us of our assets, and finally kicked us out of the house.” Molly sobbed, “My mom used to have a few houses in her name, but now they’re all gone.” 

“Didn’t anyone else step in to help?” Arabella asked softly. 

“Grandpa used to run things at home, but after he passed away, my grandma died shortly after too. The company used to be managed by my dad, but then he left, and everyone started listening to my uncle’s advice.” 

No one stood up to defend them. 

Some older relatives advised them to back off, saying life under the Coopers‘ protection would be easy. But if they fought against the Coopers, things would surely end badly! 

“But I just wouldn’t back down. They’re way out of line.” 

Her uncle bullying them was bad enough, but then even her cousins started bullying them, bothering them even after they moved to a rental place. It was as if messing with them was some sort of fun game. 

“The person dumping trash on the grave today was definitely one of my cousins!” 

Molly said angrily, “It was the same last year. She took a couple of bodyguards and kicked out all my dad’s offerings, dumped trash on the grave, and said a lot of disrespectful words. My mom argued with her, and ended up getting hurt by her bodyguards. It was just horrible.” 

Molly paused, as if remembering something, “This happened around this time last year, too, Ms. Bennett, can I make a call?” 

Arabella, guessing what was coming, looked up, “Of course.” 

Molly quickly took out her phone, dialed her mom’s number, but no one picked up. She was very nervous, with a bad premonition. 

Just then, Dean knocked on the door, “Ms. Bennett, there’s a lingerie company that’s doing really well recently. They want us to help with production as their current line can’t meet the demand. Plus, the price they’re offering is pretty attractive. Their manager wants to meet you at River Bank Cafe in an hour, is that okay?” 

Molly tried calling again twice, still no answer. She was getting more anxious, “Ms. Bennett, can I take a leave? I want to go see Lantern Mountain.” 

Her dad’s grave was at the top of Lantern Mountain, 

River Bank Cafe was actually only a ten–minute drive from there.