Chapter 1832


    Down in the basement of Reflections Vi, Hans and Sean stood before a bank of monitors, their gazes


    fixed on the grace of their little sister as she wielded a scalpel with an expertise that belied her years.


    Once again, they marveled at her medical prowess and steely nerves.


    Most girls would''ve been petrified at the sight of such a scene.


    But there she was, calm and methodical, looking for all the world like a seasoned veteran who''d spent


    decades in an operating room.


    The most surprising part? She was every bit as confident as she was beautiful, as intelligent as she


    was capable.


    Their very own sister—such a girl was a real gem in the Collins family. It seemed the heavens had


    been overly generous to them.


    They waited in silence at the monitors, not wanting to interrupt her dissection, only appearing once she


    had finished.


    "Our own sister, a genuine prodigy. Is there anything you can''t do?" Sean said, ruffling Arabe''s hair


    affectionately as she emerged from the room. "You tired? I''ll brew you some coffee."


    "Well done," Hans said, surprised at how quickly she hadpleted the task. Her slight smile hinted at


    promising leads.


    "Hans, Sean, let''s discuss this upstairs," Arabe suggested, wary of prying ears.


    She instructed two servants to stand guard outside the room where Erik’s bodyy.


    The servants were uneasy, not only because guarding a dead body wasn''t exactlyforting, but also


    because they worried about the body dposing.


    "I''ve applied preservatives. There''s no need to worry about decay for a week," Arabe assured them.


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    "Don''t let anyone in except for us."


    "Yes, Miss."


    Though they were frightened, they would fulfill Arabe''s orders without fail.


    No sooner had Arabe left the basement than her phone vibrated with another iing call—from an


    unfamiliar number.


    She didn''t n to answer until the screen showed 11 missed calls from the same number, and almost


    immediately, the 12th call came through.


    Only then did she pick up, her voice cool and detached. "Who''s this?"


    "Arabe, it''s Martin."


    Perhaps fearing she would hang up immediately, Martin hastily added, "Please, don''t hang up."


    "I won''t save her," Arabe cut in, likely anticipating the reason for the call.


    Martin''s voice became more urgent,"Arabe, I know Serena has done unforgivable things, hurt you. I


    have no right to ask this of you, no right to even call you, but the doctors are helpless."


    He choked up then.


    "They say Serena''s wound is badly infected; the bacteria have entered her bloodstream, causing


    sepsis. Her organs are failing. Can''t you help? Please, save her. I''m begging you. Whatever you want,


    I''ll give it to you."


    He''d give everything he owned—his savings, shares, resources—whatever it took, as long as he had it,


    he''d hand it over.


    "What I want, I can get myself. Besides, with the support of my family and Romeo, there''s nothing I


    can’t ess in this world," replied Arabe, her tone dripping with conviction. "To me, you have no


    value. You''ve clearly asked the wrong person. I have no interest in helping you—Serena’s fate is


    irrelevant to me."