Chapter 1929


    Serena closed her eyes, a cocktail of anger and pain surging through her. Her body trembled


    involuntarily from the stress.


    Since she got kicked out of her family home, it took weeks before she could handle a fork and knife


    with any semnce of normalcy, or sip soup from a spoon without awkwardness.


    The scars on her forehead, chin, palms, backs of her hands, and knees requiredser treatments. Six


    months of continuous sessions were needed before the prominent scars would begin to fade.


    Her left leg, fractured, demanded about three months to heal properly, and her knee needed half a year


    before she could ditch the wheelchair. But to walk unaided again, she''d have to endure another three


    months of grueling physical therapy.


    In the end, she might only regain seventy to eighty percent of her mobility, a shadow of her former self.


    Even if one handed her a pencil, she couldn''t produce the sketches and art she used to.


    Her life felt like it had plummeted into an abyss, filled with agony and torment.


    Gone was the beauty she cherished, the talents diminished, her reputation tarnished, and her social


    standing obliterated; even her bank ount had been drained dry!


    All the while, Arabe was lifted to the skies, pampered like a princess by the entire family!


    How could Serena let go of such disparity? Why did her once-beloved family treat her this way? Why


    did fate have to be so cruel?


    Was she, Serena, destined to be trampled under Arabe''s feet for all her life? Was she fated to always


    be less than Arabe?


    At Reflections Vi.


    Arabe eyed the grand feast spread out on the table, as each family member vied to serve her.


    "Be, try the dish I made, will you?"


    "Have a taste of mine first! Does it still suit your pte?"


    "How about the one I made?"


    "Give my specialty a try."


    "Everyone, quiet down." David couldn''t help but interject, "Let Be take her time to savor each dish, no


    need to rush her."


    "Exactly, let Be eat at her own pace. Don''t want her choking now," Louisa agreed.


    With every bite Arabe took, all eyes were fixed on her, awaiting her verdict.


    If she dered it delicious, the cook would beam with joy, urging her to have more.


    "You all should eat too," Arabe was not ustomed to being the center of such attention. To her, the


    true spirit of a feast was in sharing the meal together.


    "We''ll dig in after you''ve given your thoughts on everything," no one seemed in a hurry, all eager for


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    Arabe''s reviews.


    "The texture''s rich, and the vors are exquisite. This dish is both visually appealing and tasty."


    "This dish is a work of art in its presentation, a harmony of color, aroma, and taste. Delicious."


    "Dad''s dish has an exceptional bnce of texture and vor."


    Arabe lightly touched upon each dish, leaving everyone with satisfied smiles.


    "And you haven''t tasted Romeo''s two creations yet," Grandma spun thezy Susan, bringing Romeo''s


    dishes in front of Arabe.


    As Arabe sampled the first dish, her nose tingled with emotion.


    Seeing her silent for an extended period, the others sensed something amiss. They exchanged


    nces, confusion written on their faces, unsure of what had just unfolded.