The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1738

"How could you have hurt yourself so badly?" Romeo's gaze was filled with concern as he said, "Sit down. I'll fetch the first aid kit."

"No need for that." Arabella dismissed his offer, struggling with the knot one-handed.

"Hold still, let me do that." Romeo, afraid that she might worsen the injury.

If he had known she would get hurt, he would never have left her side to protect her to ensure her safety.

He carefully peeled off the blood-soaked bandage, neatly trimmed the fabric around her wound, cleanly applied medicine, and then bandaged it anew.

"With everything that’s happening abroad, and the holidays around the corner, what if we head back?" Romeo suggested with his heart distressed. "I've got people looking into those hitmen from tonight; we should have answers soon. You've wrapped up all your affairs here in Belloria, right?"

"Yeah, I've taken care of everything."

"Then we are ready to leave?"

"Absolutely."

Arabella had been thinking the same thing. She saw the clock striking three in the morning, which meant it was already ten in the morning back home.

"Can I use your phone?"

Her mobile was gone, a casualty of Martha’s actions and the ensuing explosion.

Hearing that she didn't even have a phone, Romeo’s heart hurt, and he quickly offered his phone.

Arabella gained access with her face ID.

"Do you have my parents on WhatsApp?" Arabella asked.

"So she was the mastermind behind those past troubles?" Romeo was surprised, "I have underestimated her."

He hadn't expected that the incident at Dawnstar restaurant, the falling billboard incident, the smear campaign against Ar-Bl-Clear Group's skincare line, and the lip-syncing allegations against Arabella were all Martha's work!

Elsewhere.

A private jet from Dawnstar was making its descent to the landing pad at Reflections Villa.

Kenneth and Louisa had been eagerly awaiting this moment, standing by in anticipation.

Eunice and Bard were expected to join them for the holiday celebrations, and they had arrived early to greet their guests.

As the aircraft's door slowly opened, Eunice, looking chic and more tasteful than ever, descended the stairs arm in arm with Bard. It had been a while since they last saw each other, and her fashionable attire made her look even more stunning. Her walk was full of grace, and the blend of icy elegance and commanding presence was indescribably captivating.