The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1752

Eunice couldn't believe her eyes, and in a fit of rage, she hurled the mug from the side table next to the couch right at Serena's face.

It wasn't the same coffee table that Kenneth had flipped over earlier. This mug had been resting on a small, oval side table by the arm of the sofa.

The mug hit Serena square in the cheek, the lukewarm coffee burning her already injured chin, splashing all over her face and clothes, leaving her a total mess.

But by now, Serena was petrified, her spirit practically shattered.

Eunice got up and marched over to her, slapping her across the face repeatedly, "You think you can mess with my Bella and get away with it? The Collins have been too kind to you!"

Serena, trembling with fear, managed a weak, "Auntie."

With a snarl, Eunice kicked her hard, as if this ungrateful girl had no right to call her "auntie".

Serena fell back into the shattered glass, and though her winter clothes were thick, her palms and the back of her hands were cut and bleeding, shaking from the pain.

The video continued to play in the background.

The gathering crowd started to uncover the hidden truths behind the fire incident.

It wasn't Martha who had cunningly switched the babies; she had just taken advantage of the situation. Seeing her own daughter being taken to the Collins', she schemed to work her way into their household.

But the real mastermind behind the fire was someone else!

Martha knew who it was but refused to spill the beans, only hinting that the person was very powerful.

Who could it be?

Who would want to harm their precious daughter?

His orders were promptly acknowledged.

"Hold on," Bard stood up and said, "If he's one of Doom's, the regular guards won't be able to handle him. I'll go."

Eunice gave him a look and warned, "Be careful."

Bard nodded and passed by Serena without so much as a glance.

To him, she might as well have been a ghost, a complete stranger.

Serena was left feeling like she was teetering on the edge of an abyss.

Louisa, tears streaming down her face in fury, approached her and said bitterly, "So it turns out your real parents are still alive."