Chapter 1592


    Serena''s heart sank; she had never expected them to be so heartless this time. They didn''t even


    consider her dignity in front of the staff; not a shred of respect was given!


    "Serena, don''t be too down. Mr. and Mrs. Collins just want you to realize your mistakes and straighten


    up. Give it a few days, and they''ll cool off. Everything will be back to normal."


    Serena knew it wouldn''t be that easy this time, but she still managed a polite response, "Thanks, Betty.


    I''m okay. You''ve done me a solid already. The gift was delivered; it''s their choice not to look at it or


    taste it. I was in the wrong from the start. It''s not on them. You''ve done a great job."


    Betty felt so sorry for Serena. Mr. and Mrs. Collins had never treated her like this before, but all she


    could offer was a few words offort.


    Meanwhile, Arabe parked her car in the underground level of a sprawling shopping mall and took the


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    elevator up to the ground floor.


    Carol had been waiting there and upon she saw Arabe, her face lit up with a radiant smile, "Be,


    over here!"


    "Carol, long time no see," Arabe was relieved to see her standing there, healthy and vibrant, a stark


    contrast to her previously frail appearance. She felt genuinely happy for her.


    "It''s been ages since we caught up. I heard from your brother you''ve been overseas saving lives and


    back home juggling work, barely touching the ground. Catching you for a moment seems like a feat,"


    Carol said as she linked arms with Arabe.


    "I''m used to this jet-setting lifestyle. Where''s he?"


    "I sent him packing. Didn''t want him to third-wheel our girls'' day out." Carol led Arabe into a quaint


    flower shop next door, "I only found outter that Crystal loved ice-blue roses."


    The florist greeted Carol with familiarity and quickly apologized, "Sorry, we''re out of ice-blue roses


    today. They''ve all been snapped up."


    "Not even a single one?" Carol had hoped to buy some to join Arabe in paying tribute to Crystal.


    "Afraid not. That couple just cleared us out."


    The couple at the counter turned around after paying the bills, the man holding avish bunch of ice-


    blue roses. Upon seeing Arabe and Carol, the couple seemed taken aback, probably not expecting


    to run into them there.


    "Mr. And Mrs. Temple," Arabe greeted first. They looked a few years older, perhaps burdened by bad


    news, their usual vitality seemingly dimmed.