The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1990

Arabella set a plate of assorted fruits before the maid with a warm smile, "Take a break, and share

some with me."

The maid was touched, for in the past, Serena would never eat from the same plate with them, as she

found it dirty.

But Ms. Bella, she was so approachable, so kind.

As Arabella descended the stairs, a flurry of guests rushed to hand her gifts and boxes stuffed with

cash, lavishing her with compliments on her beauty and talent.

A gaggle of relatives shoved their children towards her.

"Bella, I'm Nia, I absolutely adore calligraphy, especially yours. Would you take me as your

apprentice?"

"Bella, will you teach me painting? I love painting so much! When I grow up, I want to become an

amazing artist, just like you!"

"Bella, can you teach me to play chess?" This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Bella, I've seen your piano videos, they're so inspiring. Would you consider taking me as your

protégé? I'm Lana."

Arabella was confronted with seven or eight kids who seemed to appear out of nowhere when even

more relatives burst through.

"Step back, kids, what are you crowding around for? Bella, one of my relatives had a stroke and is

paralyzed. I heard you can perform miracles, could you look at her?"

"Bella, I've tried everything to clear this scar, including laser treatments, but nothing has worked. I've

been using various medicines for years to no avail. You've got your own skincare line, right? Could you

suggest something for me?"

"Bella, do you have a treatment for hair loss? I'm losing my hair rapidly."

"Bella, can you treat athlete's foot? Whenever I go to someone's house, I'm afraid to take off my shoes

—once I do, the odor is just overpowering."

Kenneth and Louisa had just bid farewell to a group of guests when they saw the crowd surrounding

their beloved daughter, clamoring both for apprenticeships and medical cures. They hurried over to

help her out.

"Oh, these are all trivial matters. I know quite a few excellent doctors; you should come to me for

referrals. Bella is brilliant in surgery, but her expertise is specific," Louisa said as she stepped in to

shield Arabella.

Just then, Edith interjected, "Ms. Bella, you have a phone call."

This allowed Arabella to excuse herself from the gathering.

"Excuse me, I must take this," Arabella said, seizing the opportunity to slip away.

"Hey, Bella, don't go! A stroke is not trivial," the woman called after her.

Louisa quickly intercepted her, "Oh, you shouldn't overburden a young girl with such matters. The world

may regard her as a miracle doctor, but she's not a deity. The person you mentioned has been

paralyzed for years; expecting her to suddenly walk again is unrealistic."

David, too, was struggling to escape the clutches of the guests.

"You want David of the Collins family should be out there building a career? Do you know what status

he has?" Draмanоvеls.com

Caught between the arguing relatives, David felt obliged to intervene, "Please."

"And you should see what your daughter looks like!"

"How dare you! At least my daughter has more class than yours, and she has a lot of suitors at her

school!"