The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1888

On the other side of town, at the grand For·ena Villa.

Serena's eyelids fluttered open, and the maid, Dora, immediately exclaimed with joy, "Serena, you're awake? I'll go inform the master right away!"

Serena's vision wavered between blurry and clear.

An intricately carved ceiling, an opulent crystal chandelier, and ornate, luxurious draperies.

She found herself in a bedroom that exuded luxury and grandeur.

But how did she end up here? Where was this place?

"Serena, are you feeling better now?" asked a face that appeared before her, youthful and delicate.

"My name is Dora. Mr. Cooper asked me to take care of you," she explained, perhaps sensing Serena's confusion about who 'the master' was. She added with emphasis, "It's Mr. Cooper, Martin Cooper."

Martin Cooper?.

A torrent of memories flooded Serena's mind.

Louisa had beaten her mercilessly, left her in the basement for three whole days without a glance, and Sean ordered someone to douse her with icy water and slap her across the face.

When she was tortured to the brink of her last breath, the servants, following her parents' orders, left her to fend for herself. She wasn't given a morsel of food or a sip of water, and her wounds were left untreated.

To survive, she had to crawl to a corner and force herself to drink the scant, dirty water left in a plastic basin.

At the thought, she closed her eyes. Her heart twisted in agony, and she felt a suffocating pain.

If her emotions continued like this, it could trigger a series of adverse reactions.

"Serena?" the doctor called again with patience.

Hearing the news, Martin rushed in, "Serena's awake?"

He had just been in the study, handling some work-related phone calls. To think that in such a short time, the servant had told him that Serena was awake.

"She passed out again." Dora said, "She was only awake for less than a minute."

Martin took a seat beside the bed, looking at the woman lying there. Even though her eyes were closed, there were traces of tears at the corners.

"Serena?" Martin called out anxiously yet tenderly, "It's me, Martin. Are you awake? Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, I'm here now."