The Princess and the Paupers

“Bella, grab a seat here.” Louisa gestured for Arabella to sit on the chair placed between two hospital beds.

After seating, Bella naturally placed her hand on her Grandpa’s wrist and said, “Grandpa, we’re all hoping for your speedy recovery.”

She then placed her other hand on her Grandma’s wrist and said, “Grandma, can you hear me?”

Her gestures didn’t slip past Hans‘ notice.

He was wondering: was his sister checking on their grandparents‘ condition?

Even though he heard that she saved Phillip before, their grandparents‘ condition seemed worse than Phillip’s, and even the best doctor was helpless about it. Louisa didn’t notice her daughter’s unusual actions. She placed her hand on the bed edge, whispering, “Who would have thought that fire 18 years ago took Bella away in the thick smoke? Thank God, she came back to me after 18 years. You have no idea how smart Bella is; she’s young and yet capable of running a company, totally living up to your prime time!”

folks have the knack for business. That clothing company was on the brink of bankruptcy, but

Louisa is right. You really should see Bella; she is beautiful, smart, business–savvy, knows music, and even designs clothes; there’s nothing she’s not goodiat! If you wake up and see such a granddaughter, you

said all that, he wasn’t sure if the old man could

up, and the urge to

doing their best; Grandpa and Grandma will wake up.” Hans said, glancing at Arabella, “and

felt a bit upset seeing everyone praising Arabella. She cried and

will you wake up and talk to me? I miss you hugging me, smiling, and praising me, saying I’m your favorite granddaughter. Every little achievement of mine,

rather be a nobody, an unknown. As long as you can be

disgust. Wouldn’t all this crying disrupt

most beloved, proudest, and favorite granddaughter? Even if I cry like this, you won’t feel bad?