The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2051

She was utterly bewildered and fuming with rage as she stormed over to confront him. "What the hell

are you doing? Praying to the Almighty to save that wench? Do you even realize who we are? The

Coopers are a name to be reckoned with, and here you are, the heir Grandpa trusted the most,

kneeling like. What if someone from downstairs sees you? Get up this instant!"

"Leave it, Diana," Martin said, his posture unyielding as he knelt there, his dignity and pride cast aside

for a greater cause - a life-saving antidote.

"Why should I leave it be? You're kneeling there, tarnishing the Cooper name! Do you hear me? Get up

—" Diana tried to pull him to his feet when persuasion failed.

But Martin shook off her hands. "Stop it, just go inside. I'll leave on my own in two hours."

"Two hours? Why the hell are you kneeling here for two hours? Who told you to do this?" Diana

couldn’t make heads or tails of it but had a gut feeling it involved Serena.

"Did that wench argue with you, and after losing, she made you kneel? You won’t get up, huh? I'll deal

with her myself!" Diana was about to storm off.

"Diana!" Martin had no choice but to grab her arm. "This has nothing to do with her. Just go inside. I

can't say more."

Diana realized that someone had threatened her brother, that someone dared to mess with a Cooper.

They were no pushovers to be trifled with.

If not Serena, then who?

Arabella?

No, Arabella seemed too upright and honorable. So who else could it be?

"You want me to go inside? Fine, but you have to tell me why you're kneeling. Just give me a reason,

and I'll leave you to it."

Finally, Martin relented, "I’m doing this to save her. I can't just stand by and watch her die!"

"You're doing this to save her? And this is going to work?"

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Diana couldn't believe her brother would throw away his dignity, his reputation, and even the family's

honor just to save that girl.

Angry and baffled, she eventually turned her back and walked away. Out of sight, out of mind.

Two hours later, a mysterious call directed Martin to a fire hose cabinet in the stairwell, where the

antidote awaited.

After administering the antidote to Serena, she was finally out of danger.

A few days later.

The news of Attlee and Olga's execution topped the trending searches.

[These two were monstrous, harming their own family for money. If Arabella hadn't come forward with

evidence, they'd still be at large.]

[Justice has been served at last. Grannie Grace can rest in peace now.]

[Good and evil will be repaid in the end. I've always believed it's not a matter of if, but when. And now,

their time has come.] Read at NovelDrama.Org