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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 713
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Hans quickly grabbed her hand, saying, "You're going to bleed." Yanking the needle out like that, she was not only going to bleed, but might also cause a blood clot, block blood vessels, make it harder to get another needle in, and the pain's going to be through the roof.

"Mr. Collins, | need to get back to the competition.” Molly said frantically, her face and voice filled with urgency.

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She had been looking forward to and preparing for this international competition for three whole months, and there was no way she was going to end it all in haste.

"Ranking isn't everything." Hans tried to comfort her.

"It IS!" Molly quickly corrected him, "I'm here representing Solterra today. | can't just quit halfway like this!" Seeing her hesitate, Hans couldn't help but ask softly, "What else?" Molly couldn't hide the disappointment and sadness in her eyes, and she was on the verge of tears.

"I'm about to officially take over the family business. If | could win this, at least most people would accept my leadership. But now." It was all over.

How can the family's clothing company accept a loser who can't even rank to manage it? She was still so young, and there must be quite a few board members who disagreed.

She wasn't Arabella. Winning was the only solution she could think of.

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Tears welled up in Molly's eyes, "Mr. Collins, is the competition really over?" "Yeah." Hans pointed to the clock on the wall, "It's been half an hour." At that, all the light left Molly's eyes.

Hans said, "You should get srest." Molly didn't know how she got back to bed, she was heartbroken, she couldn't believe she had worked so hard for three months, only to end up like this.

Two tears silently slid down her cheeks.

For the first time, Hans saw a girl cry without making a sound, her long eyelashes drooping, the two crystal tears falling, no sound, but the sadness was so clear, it made him feel sorry for her.

"Are you okay?" Hans didn't know how to comfort her, and he could only hand her a tissue.

Suddenly, Molly burst into tears, giving Hans quite a jolt.

"Why would my stomach hurt?" Molly sobbed, "Why did it have to be then? Why did I faint? I'm so useless." Seeing her drastic mood swings, Hans could only comfort her, "It's not your fault." Molly, "I could've held on. Why am | so weak." Seeing her cry so hard, Hans could only say, "Someone poisoned you." "Poisoned?" Molly's tears stopped in their tracks. She instantly grabbed Hans' arms, "What poison? Who poisoned me? Are you saying my stomachache was someone trying to harm me?" Hans, "Yes." Molly, "Who? Why would they harm me?" "We're not sure yet." Hans looked at her, gripping his arms. It wasn't convenient to break free, he tried to back away quietly, but she held on tight, "Bella is on it, she'll find out.” "That's too much." Molly suddenly hugged him, sobbing uncontrollably, "It's too much. Why would they poison me? Couldn't they wait until after the competition?"