The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 772

Chapter 772

At that moment, Jennifer suddenly had a thought and couldn't help asking, "Bella, you're not Labella, are you?"

At her words, Arabella felt all eyes turn to her.

"The handwriting on the blessing you wrote for George is just like Labella's." Jennifer knew her pretty daughter-in-law had a lot of aliases, and she could accept even one more.

Now, her eyes were filled with anticipation and a little certainty.

"What blessing?" Phillip and Shirley were puzzled, not knowing what Jennifer was talking about.

"It was last night. Bella wrote a blessing for George and signed it."

Jennifer explained, then nudged George with her elbow and raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes." George immediately pulled out his notebook for everyone to see.

The author was Mirabelle.

The handwriting was graceful and imposing.

Romeo, who had seen this lady's writing in private, could confirm that these characters were penned by her.

But she was Labella.

He hadn't expected that.

"Really?" Jennifer looked at Arabella expectantly.

Knowing she couldn't keep her alias a secret any longer, Arabella could only nod in admission.

"They'll get dusty if you hang them up; better keep them in my safe; it's both safer and cleaner."

"Dad, I have a safe too."

"You can't always be guarding the safe. Unlike me, I can open it and look every day. What if they get stolen? I think Bella's works would be best kept with me."

George was frustrated and could only turn to Shirley with a pleading look.

Shirley gave her husband a reproachful look and laughed. "This is a gift from your daughter-in-law to your son; what are you thinking! Didn't Bella also give you a gift?"

"Bella gave me medicine for strengthening the body, which is different from calligraphy works." Phillip was still looking hopefully at the calligraphy in his son's hands.

"You don't want those body-strengthening medicines? Then give them to me." George reached out to take them.

Phillip quickly hugged the medicine in his arms. "When did I say I didn't want them?"