The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1631

Why would she slap her instead?!

She could tell Mrs. Collins had put all her might into that slap. Serena's cheek was visibly reddened and swollen.

It seemed Louisa wasn't done yet, as she delivered a second resounding slap to Serena's face.

The sound echoed crisply in the air, startling even those two servants who were cleaning the garden nearby.

What on earth was going on? They had thought Mr. and Mrs. Collins had cout to bring Ms. Serena back in.

That slap was too much for Serena to handle. She collapsed onto the snow-covered ground, bewildered as to why her mother

would hit her.

Louisa, trembling with anger, threw a thick envelope at Serena's face. It took Serena a moment to gather herself and pick it up,

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only to find it was a lawyer's letter from Ms. Kiki.

The letter itself was only two pages long, but attached were more than a dozen pages of printouts. They were screenshots of

Serena's online rants against a singer named Summer, including her spiteful exchanges with Summer's fans.

[That concert was so noisy; how could anyone sing so flawlessly? It had to be pre-recorded.]

[The voice you all heard was processed. | know Summer personally, and her real voice is nothing special. She wouldn't dare sing

live in public; she just lip-syncs.]

[I know Summer; she's a distant relative of mine. Not only is her singing mediocre, but under that mask, her face is quite

unpleasant. Only her eyes are passable. Overall, she's nothing compared to me.]

[And her lyrics and compositions aren't even her own. She's got a whole team behind her; don't askhow | know.]

And it wasn't just these. Her online spats with Summer's fans were also meticulously captured.

[Summer really can't sing and isn't that pretty, and she's got no talent. Can't we even speak the truth anymore?]

[I really do know her. She's a freshman in college right now. If you don't believe me, go dig it up yourselves.]

[Jealous of her? A joke! She's hideous.]

[You're all brain-dead!]

[Shake your heads, do you hear the ocean? Brain-dead, every one of you, supporting trash like Summer?]

[Yeah, right, she's trash, and | said it. What are you going to do about it?]

[You're nothing but barking dogs. Con, keep barking. I've had my rabies shots; I'm not afraid of you!]

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[If you've got nothing better to do, cbe my doorman. I'm afraid my status might just scare you to death.]

Serena hadn't finished reading, but she knew the gist of what she'd posted.

She clutched at Louisa's trousers, trying to explain, but Louisa stepped back, uttered in an incredulous tone, "You dare to speak of

your sister like that. On the surface, you pretend to be remorseful, but behind our backs, you're still up to no good!"

"Mom??" Serena looked up, her face a picture of shock, "Summer is my sister? | truly had no idea, nobody told me. I've been locked

up next door, feeling terrible, and then | saw Summer's singing video. She sounded so beautiful that at first | only questioned it.

When Summer's fans wouldn't let it go, | just snapped back at them. | didn't know she is my sister, really, you have to believe me."

Tears rolled down Serena's cheeks as she sobbed, her face the very image of innocence and distress.

"You didn't know Summer is your sister? You explicitly told others online you knew her, that she was a college freshman!" Louisa's

voice was filled with frustration, "You called her trash, a monster, and you slandered the lyrics and songs she made, saying they

weren't hers. You've truly disappointed me! It's horrifying!!"