The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1783

Ms. Bella’s simple words was able to make him quit smoking?

"You haven’t told me, why are you so fixated on that island?" Sean wondered.

That island was nothing but overgrown with weeds, yet his sister seemed oddly interested.

"It's because the island is teeming with rare herbs."

Sean was floored by the revelation.

"Take for example the hairyvein agrimony on the island. I used to need a dozen different plants to mimic 80% of its effects, but that island is full of hairyvein agrimony. No need for me to go through all the trouble of concocting it."

"How did you even know that stuff was there?"

"Some folks spotted what looked like hairyvein agrimony floating in the sea after that last mega-storm. Investigations later revealed the island was a goldmine of rare herbs."

Steward's eyes widened in shock, having never imagined that the weeds on that island could be so precious. No wonder Bella was hell-bent on getting her hands on it.

"Els Island's got this unique climate, perfect for nurturing the most delicate of herbs. I want to buy it and transfer my own garden there. It'll be a research haven."

Sean had an epiphany. So that was why she was after the island - it had real significance. His sister, a veritable genius in the medical field, dabbling in research was only natural.

Recalling how he'd tried to make things difficult for her, refusing to let her get the island too easily, even inviting her to his Island for a 'talk', hoping to scare her and watch her make a fool of herself.

"You'll find out in time." Arabella said without boasting or revealing her identity, "Sean, you sure have some unique tastes in pets, keeping ones that are so different from everyone else."

Sean felt a chill. He was done for.

He shot Steward a look, and Steward felt the same sense of doom, sensing Ms. Bella was about to settle scores. What now? Could he make an excuse and get out of there in time?! He wasn't about to take the fall for this!!

Then it hit him!! Wiping the sweat from his brow, he blurted out, "Ms. Collins, Sean's got a bunch of islands at his disposal."

"Yeah, yeah!" Sean chimed in, desperate, "Pick any you like; they're yours for the choosing."

Arabella's lips curled into an amused smile, "If you’re charging that much for a weed-infested rock, I doubt I could afford the others."