The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1789

Once upon a time, Sean had showered her with the same affection, but then.

When he found out she wasn't his real sister, was this the treatment she deserved? Did that mean if Arabella ever made a mistake in the future, or if it turned out she wasn't his real sister, there was a good chance she'd end up receiving the same harsh treatment??

"I'm just here for the show."

Arabella's sudden interjection caught everyone off guard.

"Carry on."

Arabella had no intention of pleading for Serena. Instead, she stood outside the door, a cool and detached observer of the unfolding drama.

Steward looked at Arabella with admiration. Ms. Collins was truly one of a kind.

Serena was seething. If only Arabella had put on a show of pleading on her behalf, she wouldn't seem so despicable.

"I’ll teach her a lesson for you." Sean patted Arabella on the head before turning to Steward, "You take over. This one's running on an empty stomach and doesn't have the strength."

Betty was on the verge of tears. She had used all her strength and still couldn't satisfy Sean.

Steward was no stranger to meting out punishment, and he knew how to deliver a blow with just the right force.

Seeing Sean's cold indifference towards his supposed sister Serena, Steward couldn't help but speculate. Had Serena committed some unforgivable sin to disappoint and anger the entire family this much?

Was she involved in that notorious derelict building kidnapping case? Could she be plotting against Ms. Collins??

"Are you going to start or not?"

"Continue," Sean said in a tone devoid of emotion.

Steward slapped her another dozen times. Serena had become numb, the feeling of the slaps on her face as if they were happening to someone else. The crisp sound of each slap grew distant, and in a haze, she thought she saw a white fog, with Martha's figure faintly looming. Was she dying? Was that why she saw Martha??

Was it a hallucination, or was it real??

Seeing Serena lying there with her mouth slightly open, a vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling, barely clinging to life, Betty nervously spoke up, "Steward, that was more than twenty slaps. You've gone over."

"Did I?" Steward paused, looking at Serena's numb state, "Sorry, I got carried away."

Slowly, tears of anger and shame began to fill Serena's eyes as if she had snapped back to reality, showing a flicker of life.

"Arabella is my sister. Whether you're alive or a ghost, stay away from her! If you dare bother her again, as a living person I'll make your life a living hell, as a ghost, I'll scatter your soul to the winds. Remember that."