The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 2071

Martin's ears were ringing, and a trickle of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"You're dead to me—you hear that? From now on, you're no longer our son. Get out—just get out!" Ansel was livid, his voice reaching a fever pitch, "Get out!"

Florence closed her eyes, her heart breaking, tears streaming down her face.

Diana watched the scene unfold in disbelief. Had her brother lost his mind? Was he really cutting ties with his family for Serena?

What was he thinking?

Martin bowed deeply toward Ansel, his forehead touching the ground three times in a traditional sign of respect, but Ansel wasn't having it. He lashed out, kicking Martin's shoulder and bellowed, "I said get out!"

"Dad, don't get yourself worked up," Diana, noticing her father's rage seemed like a towering mountain about to crumble, quickly stepped forward to support him and glanced at her brother. "Martin, are you really willing to cut off Mom and Dad for Serena? Did they mean nothing raising you all these years?"

Martin slowly got to his feet, bowed to the three of them, and turned to leave the hospital room.

"Martin?"

Diana hadn't expected him to be so resolute. Ansel collapsed, and Diana, panic-stricken, called out, "Dad, Dad? What are you two standing there for? Come over and help, quickly!"

Two bodyguards rushed forward to assist Ansel.

Diana hit the call button for the nurse and then dashed out after Martin.

At that moment, Martin was standing in front of the elevator. The doors dinged open, and he was about to step in when...

But he had to wait for the mysterious man to produce the final antidote, to ensure Serena took it, before he could eliminate the threat.

This process could take a month at least, or years at its worst.

During this time, he would have to bear the burden in silence.

For now, he could only apologize to his family.

The next day in the afternoon, Arabella received a call from Jack.

"Boss, I couldn't get into the auction the other day—too many people, I couldn't tell which one was Stinger. But after we grabbed the auctioneer and put a gun to his head, we got a bit of useful intel," Jack reported over the phone.