The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 

Arabella knew that mixing those two medications wouldn’t cause instant diarrhea, but about half an hour later, it would definitely trigger severe diarrhea. Those two medications were so potent that even anti–diarrhea pills couldn’t stop them. 

Martha sure was in for a rough night. 

Arabella glanced up at Serena, who quickly looked down and, in her flustered state, knocked over the mushroom soup. 

“Are you alright there, Serena?” Louisa asked. 

A servant came over to help Serena clean up the mess. 

Serena, distracted, said, “I’m fine.” 

“Arabella, you’re such a caring soul, looking out for the household help,” Kenneth said, full of praise. “But you’ve got to remember to eat too.” 

“Sure thing” Arabella served herself another bowl and ate slowly, while Serena seemed restless and soon made an excuse to leave. Meanwhile. 

Zachary had just gotten home to find his parents waiting on the living room couch, frowning. 

Zachary’s father was about to lose his cool, but upon seeing his son bruised and dirty, he was taken aback. “What happened to you? Who did this to you?” Their usually neat and tidy son was a mess. His white shirt was dirty and stained with alcohol and blood, and his arms were covered in wounds. 

“I’m fine.” All Zachary wanted to do was going upstairs, taking a shower, and washing away the whole disastrous night. 

“Hold it right there!” Zachary’s mother scolded. She looked at his injuries and angrily demanded, “Did you go out with Yolanda tonight? What did you buy her? Why did you spend so much money? And look at the state you’re in!” 

The earlier refill of hundreds of thousands of dollars was from Zachary’s personal savings, but for the extra money the club demanded, he had to take it from his parents‘ emergency funds. 

So, not long after Zachary swiped his card, his parents received a text message notification. 

“You’re not even married, and you’re already spending so much on her, even getting yourself into a state like this! Look at you now; you’re no aristocrat. People who don’t know better might even mistake you for a thug!” 

Zachary’s mother was furious: “If you were interested in Arabella, I could understand. She has a certain cold and aloof charm. But Yolanda? What do you see 

her? Do you like her affectations or her stinginess?” 

“Mom, I’m exhausted.” Zachary didn’t want to say anything else. He headed upstairs. 

Zachary’s mother was livid. “Look at him.” 

“Alright, alright. The lad’s all banged up; let’s leave him alone. Someone get him some medicine,” said Zachary’s father. As he saw his wife dialing a number, he quickly asked, “What are you doing?” 

“I want to know what happened tonight!”