The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1837

Relatively speaking, Martin was the kind who played by the rules, a real straight arrow.

Louisa had barely dialed Martin's number when Sean grabbed the phone and barked, "Martin, you listen and listen good. Serena has crossed my sister time and again, and we've been merciful enough not to finish her off. We left her breathing and handed her over to you, which is generosity in spades. As for Erik's demise, if you so much as whisper a word, I'll come for Serena's life myself!"

Martin, who had been awaiting a text from Arabella, was momentarily stunned by Sean's warning, but quickly responded with courteous assurance, "Rest assured, Mr. Collins, whether Erik is dead or alive is beyond my knowledge. I’ll keep this secret safe."

"And another thing, stay the hell away from my sister! You think she needs to save people, and that Serena, that lowlife, is worthy?" With those final words, Sean hung up the call.

Everyone hadn't expected Sean to be still so arrogant to others.

But as he handed the phone back to Louisa and turned to Arabella with a smile, he said, "I was gentle, wasn't I? Just gave him a verbal warning. I didn't trash his car or cut the hospital's power cut, after all. That's being pretty decent to him."

Arabella paused a while before she nodded in agreement, "An upstanding, law-abiding citizen indeed."

"That's who I am." Sean cocked an eyebrow, looking around at everyone as if to say, 'Did you hear that? My sister's praising me!'

When Martin heard the dial tone on the other end of the line, his heart sank. He knew that Arabella, in all likelihood, wouldn't be coming to Serena's rescue.

He couldn't believe that even such an important phone couldn't trade for Serena's life.

What to do.

"I can't believe the master and his wife are really willing to get rid of everything related to Miss Serena."

They noticed the two dumpsters were overflowing, and many items had to be discarded beside the bins—everything there had been tossed out that day; last night's trash had already been hauled away by the garbage truck.

"Let's not talk about her at home anymore, in case we upset the master or his wife. Oh wait, she's not part of this family anymore, no need to call her Miss. From now on, this place belongs to Ms. Bella alone."

"Speaking of which, Ms. Bella is really something else, saving someone from such a severe poisoning. At first, I thought he was a goner."

"Shh, keep it down, don't let anyone hear you. At first, when I saw him motionless, I thought he was dead too. It nearly scared me half to death."