The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2059

"What do I want?" Yolanda cackled wildly, her voice thick with malice. "You've ruined my life, destroyed

my family. What do you think I want to do?"

"If you're out for revenge, let them go," Arabella said calmly, her eyes locked on Yolanda's. "This is

between us. There's no need to involve innocent people."

"You think I don't see through your little games, Arabella? Do you think this is my first rodeo? Guards,

tie her up!"

Perhaps fearing Arabella might not comply, Yolanda pressed the blade of a switchblade against Joyce's

throat. "If you don't cooperate, she dies!"

"Murder carries a heavy price," Arabella warned.

"Better to drag a few down with me than to wander alone as a lost soul," Yolanda shot back.

Two henchmen stepped forward and bound Arabella's hands behind her back, tying them tight and

secure.

Yolanda's maniacal laughter morphed into sobs as tears welled up in her eyes. She screamed into the Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

void, "Dad, Mom, can you see this? This wretch is in my hands now. Watch closely from heaven

because today, she will pay! She will kneel and beg for your forgiveness!"

Tears streamed down Joyce and Mya's faces as they shook their heads, their muffled cries a testament

to their unwillingness to see Arabella suffer.

Yolanda's eyes blazed with hate. "You're a Collins now, aren't you? So why the need to grind us into

dust? Why couldn't you leave us a sliver of hope? That old fool left her entire fortune to you, a stranger,

and not a penny to her own son or grandchildren."

She was beside herself with rage. "If she weren't so cold-hearted, would we be in this mess? You want

revenge for her, but what right do you have? You plunged us into deep debt, got my parents executed,

turned me into a laughingstock. You ruined my engagement party, my future, all the happiness I

could've had. And you? You just waltz back into town, throwing your fancy comeback parties?"

Yolanda's hatred cut deep. "While I'm living off bread and water, you're feasting on delicacies. I wear

rags, and you're dripping with jewels. I'm mocked wherever I go, and you? You're the belle of the ball.

I've lost the family that loved me, yet you still have relatives who dote on you. I no longer have Zachary,

but you have Romeo! Why? Why do you get to live better than me? Why do you get to trample over

us? If we hadn't taken you in, you'd be dead!"

Arabella remained silent, letting Yolanda vent her fury.

"You're a traitor, ungrateful, with the heart of a beast! You have no idea how much it hurt to hold my

parents' ashes, how broken I felt."

"You're wrong," Arabella interjected quietly. "Seeing Grannie Grace breathe her last before my eyes

hurt me more than you can imagine. My pain comes from the loss of family, yours from losing the

privileged life of a Murphy. We grieve differently. If we must compare, your grief is no greater than

mine."

"Nonsense," Yolanda spat out, enraged by Arabella's words. "Do you think I didn't love my parents?

That I saw them as nothing but a money tree?"

"The affection was partly because they provided a life of luxury, a world you dreamed of but never

knew. If we talk about pure feeling, your foster mother Yvonne's love was no less than theirs, yet I don't

see you share the same depth of feeling with her."

Arabella's words struck Yolanda like a thunderbolt.

No, it must be Arabella's deceit!

"How can my foster mother compare to my own parents? She's just a stranger with no blood ties! She

was childless, and I graced her with eighteen years of calling her 'Mom'. She should be grateful!" Read

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