"You have no right to talk about my childhood." Serena suddenly burst out, "If you could treat me so well back then, why can''t


    you do the same now? Why did everything change when Arabe came back??"


    They could have loved and valued her just like they did in their childhood, but they chose not to.


    In the end, it was all about favoring their own flesh and blood!!


    "Be suffered outside for eighteen years, what''s wrong with us wanting to make it up to her??" Bernard said with deep pain,


    “Are we supposed to neglect her and only be nice to you? Is that what you call fair???"


    “You shower her with a hundred candies, but toss only a few my way, is that your idea of fairness??" Serena cried out in anguish,


    "Just because you think she never tasted candies before, that she should bepensated with a hundred at once. because I''ve


    had my share in the past, you give me just a few? You think that these few should be enough for me, that | should be content


    and grateful. that | shouldn''t feel any sense of loss, right???"


    Bernard looked at her disappointedly, "In the past, you had more than a hundred candies. You grew up carefree and happy,


    never worrying about food or clothing, while Be was dependent on the kindness of strangers, enduring hardship. You were the


    darling of the family, living in luxury, with people shielding you from the storms of life; Be had to fend for herself. You got into


    high society through family connections easily, while Be made it through her own painstaking efforts, step by hard-earned


    step."


    As Bernard said this, he continued with deep sorrow, "We owe her so much, and giving her only a hundred candies, and you


    think that''s too much??"


    Serena fell silent.


    "Or do you think that she shouldn''t havee back to this family, that we should treat you, who has no blood rtion, as if you


    were our own? Would that be fair to you??"


    Serena seemed to be struck by his words, which revealed the darkest thoughts in her heart. She remained quiet for a while


    before finally saying, "It''s useless whatever you say now. | gave you a chance, and you didn''t cherish it. Since you''re so eager to


    make it up to her, go to hell and make it up there!"Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    She pressed a button on her wheelchair, intending to turn and leave, but then stopped as something urred to her, "Oh, and


    those Chesters, she had dealt with them before, but this time, she’s facing an upgraded version now. | do hope shests a while;


    otherwise, it''s no fun!"


    With those words, Serena left contentedly.


    The remaining few were grinding their teeth in anger, "Serena."


    On the other side, Arabe, having arrived at the old mansion at the East Gate, was instructed by Serena to head to the Church.


    By that time, Arabe and Romeo''s people had already encircled the entire church.


    When Arabe pulled up to the church''s entrance, she immediately saw Cookie, the young bodyguard, and Amos, the chief of


    security, thrown onto the ground.


    The car headlights cast their figures in a somewhat deste light.


    Arabe got out of the car and


    walked over to them, c kiggOt!


    okie''s puapt As ote only to


    discover his hand and foot bones


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    His forehead bone was caved in, clearly the work of a beating.


    Blood from the head and ears mM


    indicated the a sant’s Blows Were


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    To be able to beat someone like this with bare hands.


    Even twisted his neck.


    What kind of brute strength did the assant have??


    She then nced at the security


    chief, Amos, whose death wesO\t)


    Wally tragic. Arte a‘ong silence,


    she stood up and made her way to


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