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.

there, receiving an IV treatment. Her eyes were closed, and she looked peaceful

a fond 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 old lady’s breathing was calm and even,

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 to expire, prompting them to

her composure and wasted no time in questioning Arabella, “What are 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 at our house. Forget about

Arabella’s presence, asking, “Bella, what’s going on? Didn’t you go back with your

about Arabella’s motives, “I bet she never really left! She probably heard about the harsh living) conditions at home on

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

colors and couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement, her lips

slightly.

to buy her off?

took a bank card out of his pocket. “Here’s a hundred thousand dollars. Take it. The

“Why are you giving her so much

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

stolen Yoli’s expensive ruby necklace yesterday, and today she was getting

of mockery flickered in Arabella’s beautiful eyes as she looked at the bank card in his hand. She remained silent and didn’t react. “What? You think it’s too little?” Olga asked discontentedly,

bank card into her

You want to wait for Grace to wake up and deceive her? Dream on!” Olga never thought Arabella would be so difficult. “Let me tell you,

Arabella’s lips curled slightly, she said word by word, “I might

she nearly fainted. The girl’s

as fast

never imagining the girl would be so cunning, “I won’t give

“If you don’t leave, I’ll have you thrown