Chapter 1328


    Serena slid to the floor, her body unable to support her any longer after she hung up the phone.


    Through the call, she could feel Bard''s genuine concern. It wasn''t just a show for appearances’ sake.


    But as much as Bard cared about her, as close as they had always been, she now felt a vast distance


    between them.


    All because of Arabe!


    Clutching the snow in her fists, Serena thought bitterly that if it weren''t for Arabe, she would still be


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    the darling princess of the Collins family, adored by all. Her brothers wouldn''t despise her, her aunt


    wouldn''t have struck her, and she could still be acting coy with her uncle like before.


    How wonderful those days were?


    It was all Arabe’s fault that she had fallen into such a state!


    The cold snow melted in her palm, but she couldn''t feel the chill, her eyes brimming with hatred


    towards Arabe.


    Her phone rang repeatedly until she snapped back to reality and answered it.


    “Sorry, Serena, the traffic was a beast, I''m just downstairs at the restaurant now. Where are you?" the


    driver apologized profusely over the phone.


    "I''ve already gone back to the hotel’ Serena replied icily, cutting off the call. She didn''t want the driver to


    see her in such disarray, lest it get back to Martin and make a bad impression.


    As the snow continued to fall, she struggled to her feet and made her way back to the hotel, step by


    step.


    Along the way, she remembered her aunt mentioning that she had bought Arabe a wee gift


    worth $3 million. Serena''s heart swelled with discontent, fueling her disdain for Arabe.


    The next morning.


    Just as Arabe finished getting ready to head downstairs, a nervous servant suggested, ‘Miss Be,


    perhaps you should get some more rest. Or maybe take a stroll in the garden through the back


    staircase. It''s best not to pass through the living room."


    Puzzled, Arabe nced up and asked, "Why?"


    “Bess Griffith is here, and she’s a real piece of work.” the servant whispered. "Mrs. Griffith is already


    dealing with her. If you can''t go back to sleep, Miss Be, why not enjoy the garden? Shall I bring your


    breakfast out there?"


    “Sure.” Arabe didn''t want to cause any trouble, and as she stepped into the garden, she saw a girl


    taking selfies on a swing.


    Noticing Arabe, the girl snapped irritably, “Is this Eunice''s idea of hospitality? Ie all the way to


    see her and not even a cup of tea or a biscuit in sight. Hurry up and serve me!"


    Arabe regarded the snobby heiress and asked calmly, "Who are you to her?"


    “What''s it to you?" the girl scoffed, looking Arabe up and down. "Why''s a servant asking so many


    questions?"


    To think a servant didn''t recognize her!


    Just then, another servant approached, trembling, with a tray of pastries and fruit. In her nervousness,


    she nearly dropped it.


    "I''ve got it” Arabe said, steadying the tray.


    The poor servant was about to tell Be that the youngdy was also not to be trifled with.


    But Arabe had already taken the tray and ced it before the spoiled rich girl.


    The girl, admiring her own reflection, was displeased when Arabe delivered the tray.


    "Is this what Eunice sends for my wee?" she huffed.


    "Is there a problern?"


    “These are fit for a dog, and you dare present them to me?’ the rich girl flipped the tray onto the


    ground.


    Fresh orange juice, milk, an assortment of six fruits, and four different pastries scattered across the


    grass.


    The servants at a distance were terrified.


    Unfazed, Arabe faced her, “Are you saying you''ve never had any of these before?"


    Milk? Fruit? Not even as a child?