The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1889

Serena could no longer hold back the torrent of emotions, her eyes fluttered open and were

immediately filled with tears.

"Serena." Martin's heart lifted at the sight of her awakening, but the tears brimming in her eyes pierced

his heart with empathy. He quickly grabbed a tissue and gently wiped her tears away. "What's wrong?

Don't be afraid, you're safe here with me. No one can hurt you now."

A lump formed in Serena's throat, and she couldn't keep the floodgates closed any longer as her

emotions surged forward.

Martin tenderly leaned down and wrapped his arms around her. "You've just been snatched back from

death's door. You shouldn't get worked up, I understand, I know you must be feeling terrible."

He stroked her hair soothingly. "It's okay now, it's all in the past. Have a little cry, let it all out, and then

let's try to stop, okay?"

As he spoke, Martin gently dabbed the tears from her cheeks. "I can't stand to see you cry."

The doctors and the servants in the room fell into a hushed silence.

They had never seen Martin treat a girl with such tender care before.

This girl, whom they were seeing for the first time, appeared quite ordinary with her bruised forehead

and chin.

They couldn't fathom what the master saw in her, to care so deeply.

"Martin." For the first time, Serena clung to Martin's neck with all her might, crying bitterly, her voice

hoarse with sorrow. "They really don't want me anymore. They treated me like a criminal. They really

don't care about me anymore."

Martin felt a tightness in his chest and a sting in his nose, moved with compassion as he comforted her,

"Easy now, don't strain yourself, you're still on an IV, and there's a needle in the back of your hand, not

to mention your injuries haven't healed yet. I understand how you feel. I know this must be incredibly

hard for you."

"I've lost everything, my family, and their affection."

"But you still have me. I've promised that no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side. Even if

everyone else is gone, you still have me."

Hearing these words made Serena cry even harder.

There was a time when she had treated him like a spare tire, summoning him at her whim, never truly

valuing him as a real boyfriend, never offering him the respect he deserved. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Yet, when she was discarded like trash by others.

The only one to give her shelter, to offer her a home, was Martin.

After a while, Serena's sobs began to subside as her emotions started to stabilize.

Martin, seeing her red and swollen eyes, felt his own eyes well up with tears. He gently wiped away her

tear stains, "Okay, no more crying."

Perhaps the emotional turmoil was too much, for Serena felt a sharp pain in her heart. Even as she

covered her chest with her thickly bandaged hand, she struggled to catch her breath.

"What's the matter?" Martin quickly turned to the doctor at his side.

The doctor examined her and immediately administered an injection.

With the medicine coursing through her, Serena collapsed into Martin's arms like a weary cat.

"Serena's bodily functions have already been compromised to varying degrees," the doctor explained.

"Having just regained consciousness, it's crucial that she keeps her emotions in check to prevent

further damage."

Martin, careful not to disturb her, asked, "When will she wake up again?"

"It's hard to say, could be in a little while, or it might not be until tomorrow."

Martin nodded and turned to Dora, "Take good care of her. If she wakes up, let me know immediately."

"Yes, sir."

Martin gently laid Serena back onto the bed and tucked her in, observing her in silence.

The wound on her forehead was still healing. The delay of three days had caused redness and

swelling, despite the doctor's efforts.

Fortunately, she hadn't seen her reflection yet, or it would have been another bout of tears.

"I'm going to make a call. Stay with her," Martin said as he stood up and walked into the study to dial

that mysterious number.