The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1171

Chapter 1171

“Mr. Alger, we're heartbroken over this tragedy,’ Kenneth said, struggling to find the right words of

consolation.

“Please have some food. You're the head of the household and the backbone of the family. They still

need you."

“Where's Clark?" Alger suddenly lifted his weary eyes to ask.

“Ah, Clark's just outside,” Kenneth responded, suddenly realizing. "I'll go fetch him.

But the corridor was already void of Clark's presence.

Upon reaching Carol's hospital room, Kenneth found several servants attending her.

Alger and Celeste had just lost their beloved daughter, and here was Carol being looked after by all

these people.

Kenneth suddenly realized his son hadn't empathized with the Temple family's situation.

After all, Crystal had died because of the powerful force behind Carol.

Knocking on the door again, Clark asked the servants, "Where's Clark?"

“We're not sure."

Kenneth then dialed his son’s number.

Clark's fist was bleeding from a wound, staining his white shirt with spots of crimson. Two buttons were

undone, giving him an aura of cold ruthlessness.

Hearing his phone ring, Clark picked it up. His wound worsened, but he seemed indifferent.

“Where the hell have you been? Alger wants to see you! I understand you want to take care of your

girlfriend, but Crystal just passed away. Have you thought about how Alger and Celeste might feel?"

“I'll be there soon."

Before Kenneth could finish his sentence, he heard the busy tone on the other end of the line. "Silly

boy.” he muttered.

He was so thoughtless!

Clark rushed to the hospital as fast as he could, put on his coat to cover the prominent red stain on his

shirt.

Kenneth anxiously waited by the elevator. Seeing his son appear, he couldn't help but scold, “Where

the hell have you been? If Alger and Celeste decide to give you a hard time, you better brace yourself,

got it?"

After all, the Temple family only had one daughter.

And because of the powerful force behind his girlfriend, Crystal died so tragically.

“Alright.” Clark agreed and pushed open the door to Crystal's hospital room.

The girl lay quietly on the bed, but Clark noticed a change in her since he last saw her a few hours ago.

Her face was even paler now, the pallor of the dead.

Alger suppressed his urge to punch Clark when he saw him. In front of his daughter, he asked in a

hoarse voice, “Where are they? I want to avenge my daughter."

“All those who harmed Crystal are in police custody. The remaining few will be caught by noon

tomorrow."

Upon noticing Clark's bleeding fist, Alger understood what had transpired. "You've seen them, haven't

you?"

"Yes,’ Clark admitted. “I have."

"No matter how many times they are punished, it won't bring my baby girl back,’ Celeste cried, agony

etched in her voice.

“Even though we can't bring Crystal back, we can't let them off easily. They must pay the price."

Clark clenched his fist before bowing deeply, "I'm sorry. This happened because of me. I don't dare to

ask for your forgiveness, but I hope you won't grieve excessively. Your health is important."

“My daughter is gone. What's the point of being healthy or living a long life!" Celeste cried. "Clark, you

don't understand the pain of a parent who has raised a beloved daughter, only to lose her in such a

horrific manner."

Yes, their daughter had “meddled" and was captured by the bad guys while trying to save Logan and

Taylor.

But if Carol hadn't been targeted by those forces, if Carol wasn't Clark's girlfriend, then their precious

daughter would have been home that day, having dinner with them after successfully closing a deal

with a client.

Their precious daughter, who was already taking steps to take over the family business. The future of

the Temple family's assets was supposed to be in her hands.

But now.

How were they, as parents, supposed to accept that their daughter was suddenly gone?