The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 180

Arabella knew that mixing those two medications wouldn't cause instant diarrhea, but about half an hour later, it would definitely trigger severe diarrhea.

Those two medications were so potent that even anti-diarrhea pills couldn't stop them.

Martha sure was in for a rough night.

Arabella glanced up at Serena, who quickly looked down and, in her flustered state, knocked over the mushroom soup.

"Are you alright there, Serena?" Louisa asked.

A servant came over to help Serena clean up the mess.

Serena, distracted, said, "I'm fine."

"Arabella, you're such a caring soul, looking out for the household help," Kenneth said, full of praise. "But you’ve got to remember to eat too."

"Sure thing." Arabella served herself another bowl and ate slowly, while Serena seemed restless and soon made an excuse to leave.

Meanwhile.

Zachary had just gotten home to find his parents waiting on the living room couch, frowning.

Zachary's father was about to lose his cool, but upon seeing his son bruised and dirty, he was taken aback. "What happened to you? Who did this to you?"

Their usually neat and tidy son was a mess. His white shirt was dirty and stained with alcohol and blood, and his arms were covered in wounds.

"I'm fine." All Zachary wanted to do was going upstairs, taking a shower, and washing away the whole disastrous night.

"I want to know what happened tonight!"

After calling Olga and learning about the night's events, Zachary's mother scolded, "Just as I thought, both your daughters are no good! Zachary's injuries—I can chalk it up to bad luck! But what about the forty thousand tonight?"

"Over forty thousand? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Olga was confused by her words: "Zachary just accompanied Yoli to a classmate gathering."

"A classmate gathering cost over forty thousand? My son isn't even married to your daughter, and you're already treating him like an ATM? And withdrawing this much? People will think you haven't raised your daughter right!"

"Mrs. Panter, could you please show some respect? Are you implying that my daughter is ill-bred?"

"You can still understand what I'm saying! Let me make something clear today: we, the Panter family, don't want Yolanda! This over forty thousand tonight can be considered a breakup fee. Don't contact Zachary anymore!"