The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2049

Realizing the grim possibility, Serena spat out another mouthful of blood, a mix of sorrow and fury

overwhelming her until she slipped into unconsciousness.

The medical machines blared their alarming tones, and Martin, sensing the urgency, immediately

pressed the call button.

Doctors and nurses rushed in once again, ushering him out.

Outside the hospital room, Martin, at his wit's end, dialed the number of that enigmatic contact once

more.

For two days and nights, the mysterious person hadn't taken his calls. This time was no different; the

call went unanswered.

Call after call, Martin's efforts seemed in vain. Clearly, he had been discarded like a useless pawn.

Despair and helplessness washed over Martin as he covered his face with his hands, sobbing.

After what felt like an eternity, the medical team emerged, and with a heavy heart, one of them

announced, "Mr. Cooper, you've got the last three hours to say your goodbyes to Serena."

"What did you say?" Martin stood up, tears brimming in his eyes.

"We've done all we can," the nurse said with regret. "Serena's condition has taken a severe turn for the

worse."

"Can't you do anything else to save her?"

"Her illness is peculiar, complex. We've never seen anything like it in all our years," one doctor

admitted, though it was clear to him that not even Ms. Bella could save Serena now.

Martin's tears fell freely. He knew all too well that Arabella was determined not to lend a hand.

"If Dr. Caden were still here, maybe he could've done something, but he left Hope Hospital a long time

ago. We've only seen him once since then, at Ms. Bella's homecoming party. Other than that, he's been

out of sight."

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And Serena couldn't wait that long.

"We are truly sorry," the doctors and nurses said in unison, bowing to express their deepest apologies

before leaving, helpless.

Martin pushed open the door to the hospital room and saw Serena on the bed, looking as fragile as a

porcelain doll, her complexion pale and weak, eyes closed as if she might slip away at any moment.

The shallow peaks and valleys on the medical monitor indicated her breathing was barely there.

"She brought this on herself," came the cold voice of Diana from the doorway.

Rolling her eyes, Diana walked into the adjacent room. Coոtent beloոgs to Draмąnоvеls.cоm

Martin sat by the bedside, holding Serena's hand, his tears falling unrestrained.

After a moment, Serena's fingers twitched, and her eyelids slowly opened.

She parted her lips, as if struggling to speak.