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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 840
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Chapter 840 Tears welled up in Serena's eyes and began to roll down her cheeks.

"You heard it yourself; Martha started, "They've been giving spending money to Ms. Bella. They were bedridden for months, and the first thing they did when they woke up wasn't to check on you, but to transfer money to Ms.

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Bella. What does that tell you? They care more about their real granddaughter. To them, you're nothing more than a stranger." Serena's heart ached even more.

"They're family, after all. Ms. Bella only visited them a few times, yet their bond is so strong. They text and call each other every day.

Look at your phone, how many messages, calls, or monetary transfers have they sent you since they woke up?" The light in Serena's eyes dimmed. The answer was none. Not a single one.

They hadn't transferred any money to her, nor had they sent her a single message of care.

Martha sighed, "Serena, you've been protected too well all these years. You don't understand the complexities of society and the wickedness of people. I've tried to warn you many times, but you wouldn't listen. If you had been more realistic back then and fought for your share, you wouldn't be left with nothing now." Serena looked at her blankly, "What share are you talking about?" "Of course, I'm talking about the company dividends. Don't you want to receive a monthly dividend from the company just like your brothers? It's a substantial amount of money. And while your parents still hold a bit of affection for you, you could ask for more properties, more storefronts. Whatever you can get now is a bonus.

Your wedding gift will depend on their goodwill. Or at the very least, get them to buy you a few limited-edition supercars, branded bags, and luxury watches. If you ever need money, you can sell those for a good price." Serena's eyes dimmed again, "But what | want is their love." "Oh, Serena! Can't you see it yet? With Ms. Bella back, they won't treat you the same way as before! It's better to secure some assets for yourself, at least you'll have money!" What's the use of love! Summerfield was one of the wealthiest cities in the country, where even a modest villa went for millions.

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After eighteen years of relationship, wouldn't Kenneth and Louisa be willing to give her a few villas? And each of the storefronts in Summerfield cost tens of millions, an amount most people would have to work their entire lives to accumulate! Now, all she needed to do was ask, but Serena refused! She only cared about love! Such a fool! "Martha, | need some time alone." The image of Clark opening the car door for Arabella, lowering himself to do so, pained her.

"Alright, take your time to think." Martha gently patted her shoulder, "No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side. Over the years, I've come to see you as my own daughter. I'll be genuinely happy for your happiness." "Thank you, Martha." Serena lifted her eyes and gratefully said, "Thank you for always considering things from my perspective for all these years. Sometimes, | even feel like you're better than my real mom." "Serena, your words are too kind. And thank you for treating me like family all these years, giving me a sense of home." Martha choked up a bit, "Whatever decision you make in the end, I'll support you. If you want to fight for your share, I'll help you. If you just want a place in this family, I'll stay with you." Moved, Serena couldn't help but hug her and cry, "Martha." "Silly girl, don't cry. Things aren't at their worst yet.” Martha comforted, "There's always a chance." Everything lied in her decisions.

Whatever she wanted, she could definitely get.

Elsewhere.

Clark was holding an umbrella for his sister. It was autumn, but the day was still a bit hot, and there were many tourists.

He made his way through the crowded streets, took out a portable fan from his bag, and started fanning his sister.