The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 27

“Phillip will be awake tomorrow. For the next month, he needs to avoid overeating. So, no more nutritious soup like today’s,” Arabella said.

“Got it.” Romeo agreed, glancing at the sky, “Let me treat you to dinner.”

“No need. I should head home.”

It was likely around six or seven o’clock now. Arabella took her bag, checked her phone, and sure enough, she had missed two calls from her mom. Arabella quickly returned the call, “Sorry, Mom, I was busy.”

Romeo watched the girl on the phone. Her eyes sparkled, she carried an extraordinary aura, and her voice was soft and enchanting when talking to her family.

“Right, I’m heading home now/Ok, bye.”

After she hung up, Romeo softly said, “Let me drive you home.”

“Just drop me off at Emerald Park. I have a car parked in the underground garage there.”

Emerald Park?

That was a park still under construction; not yet open to the public. Why was her car parked there? And why was she at the Holy Cross Church later? To him, the girl in front of him was like a mystery, hard to see through.

“I need to return these first.” Arabella had borrowed some acupuncture equipment from Caden’s office earlier, and he was on duty today, still in the office. After returning the acupuncture tools, Arabella walked out of the office and passed by Grannie Grace’s room. She couldn’t resist stopping to take a peek inside.

was still there, receiving an IV treatment. Her eyes were

memory from Arabella’s younger days. She remembered an afternoon when she had seen Grannie Grace napping in a room, bathed in sunlight streaming through the curtains. The

a voice calling her name, and she turned to find a surprised Olga and Attlee standing there. They had received a call from the hospital, alerting them that Grannie Grace’s VIP room was about

you doing here? Haven’t you gone back to your biological parents? You can’t seriously be thinking of begging Grace to let you stay in this city or, worse, come live

equally taken aback by Arabella’s presence, asking, “Bella, what’s going on? Didn’t you go back with

about the harsh

intervene, and he reluctantly stepped forward with a forced smile, attempting to resolve the situation, “Bella, can we talk? How much money do

and couldn’t

slightly.

to buy

silent, Attlee took a bank card out of his pocket. “Here’s a hundred

generosity, “Why are you giving her

If they didn’t give Arabella enough money, how would she

yesterday, and today she was getting

in his hand. She remained silent and didn’t react. “What? You think it’s too little?” Olga asked discontentedly,

card into her hand, but

and deceive her? Dream on!” Olga never thought Arabella would be so difficult. “Let me tell you, from

curled slightly, she said word by

must be daydreaming!” Olga was so angry she nearly fainted. The girl’s first

a bank isn’t as fast as robbing you guys.”

imagining the girl would be so cunning, “I

back, “If you don’t leave, I’ll have you thrown out!”