The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1816

Chapter 1816

The brothers gazed at the photo he'd sent with a touch of envy. How great it would be if their little sis

could send them something like that?

But they couldn't bear the thought of her toiling away at her fashion designs—it was just too much hard

work. And they really didn't want her splurging on them.

Hans quipped, [What kind of sweet talk did you use to con our sis?]

Chasel chimed in, [You actually got her to foot the bill?]

Clark teased, [Finally appreciating our little sis, huh?]

David reminisced with a chuckle, [Man, Bella and I even rocked the same kicks back in the day!]

Sean could sense a whiff of sour grapes in their words, and it only lifted his spirits further. He pulled a

jacket out of the bag and slipped it on right there, then turned to Steward, "Looks sharp, doesn't it?"

Steward couldn't help but smile at Sean's obvious delight. Clearly, this garment was either picked out or

gifted by Ms. Bella.

"Sean, that jacket fits you like it was tailor-made. You look like a whole new man. I mean, it's a serious

upgrade from your usual gear. Ms. Bella's designs, they just have that edge."

It was true. Sean looked less like a rogue and more like the dashing, grounded man he could be.

"It's killer, seriously sharp!" Steward praised genuinely, somewhat surprised to see this side of Sean

that usually lay hidden.

Sean's grin broadened, "Of course, you know who designed it, who gave it!" He affectionately patted

Arabella's head, "Bella, from now on, you're in charge of my wardrobe every season!"

He planned to follow Romeo's lead and give her a no-limit credit card—ostensibly to buy clothes, but

really so she could indulge in whatever her heart desired.

"Sure thing," Arabella beamed, her gaze softening.

Elsewhere.

In the dimly lit basement, Serena struggled to pry her eyelids open, noting the darkness outside before

her strength failed her, and she shut them again. After a moment, she barely managed to reopen her

eyes.

She was exhausted, her body felt drained, and she was left with nothing but a shell.

Dizzy, parched, she longed for water.

Waking up in the afternoon, she realized she was lying in a damp patch—residue from the night before

when Sean had ordered someone to douse her with icy water from the fountain. Most of it had dried.

She never imagined she'd lie on the cold ground for so long, nor did she anticipate that this time her

family would truly turn their backs on her, indifferent to her fate.

All afternoon, the instinct to survive drove her to crawl to the door, weakly banging and croaking out,

"Water, I need water."

But no one paid her any mind.

She didn't know how long she called out, her mouth so dry it felt like it might burst into flames, her

throat scorching. She didn't recall when she passed out, and upon waking, there was still no one to

offer a sip of water or even a glance.

Despairing tears trickled down her cheeks, leaving streaks.

Perhaps due to dehydration, the tears were scant, and after a couple of lines, no more would come.

She was so thirsty, longing for a drink.

She didn't want to die here.

Now she stared at the closed door. Just beyond it, an elevator ride would take her to the ground floor

living room, where perhaps her parents, her brother, were sitting right then.

They used to spend time together in the living room, laughing and joking.

Those days were so sweet.

But now, things had changed.

She didn't even have the strength to rise and knock. The door was just a few steps away, yet it felt as

distant as a century.