The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519 

They were beaten black and blue by Erlinda’s people tonight, and in pain all over, they couldn’t think of anything else. 

“Ma’am, hold on a second. I’ll check if there’s a first aid kit in the old lady’s room.” 

This villa was never really theirs! 

After a while, the nanny finally found a first aid kit, and luckily, some of the medicine was still good. 

Attlee, reeling from the pain, slumped on the couch while the nanny cleaned his wounds, “Easy, easy, oh my God, my back!” 

“Mom, how could Arabella possibly be Kenneth and Louisa’s biological daughter? And how could she be Romeo’s fiancée? She’s also recognized as Mr. Rollins‘ granddaughter and Ms. Archer’s niece.” 

Such high–profile identities, each one more impressive than their own! 

The nanny, who was treating Yolanda’s wounds, was taken aback by the news and exchanged glances with her colleagues. They had no idea Arabella was so well–connected! 

They had been too cold to her before! Now they were kicking themselves! 

Yolanda gritted her teeth on the couch as the nanny treated her wounds, feeling a sense of injustice. 

Why? Why did she get all the good things in life?! 

Olga, lying on the couch in pain, said, “We, the Murphy family, have raised her for eighteen years without ever asking the Collins family for a penny. They ought to treat us better. Ouch, easy! Are you trying to kill me with pain?” 

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” the nanny apologized, having been eavesdropping on their conversation and lost her focus. 

“Get a grip, Attlee. We’ve been told that not only did their daughter not receive the care she should have from us, but also our current status is all thanks to her! They are already generous by not taking everything we have now, and you still want to ask for child support?” Attlee spoke while wincing in pain. 

“I was just saying!” Olga admitted she was in the wrong, “That Ms. Archer was too harsh tonight. She hit us so hard.” 

They howled all night, and early next morning, Attlee received a phone call that stunned him, “What did you say?” 

After hanging up, he fell onto the couch, dazed. 

“What happened?” Olga was scared to see him like this.. 

“I can’t believe this,” Attlee could barely speak, his mind blank. 

Yolanda was slowly coming downstairs, leaning on the railing because of her foot pain, and asked, “Dad, what happened?” 

“Attlee, say something! What’s wrong?” Olga was patting his back, bringing him tea, comforting him. It took a while before Attlee came to his senses. 

“The plot of land we bought must be developed within a month and cannot be traded or used as collateral for bank loans for five years.” 

This meant, for five years, that land can only sit idle in their hands!