The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1231

Chapter 1231

“How is it, Bella? Is there any hope?" Celeste's eyes were filled with anticipation as she looked at

Arabella, waiting for her to deliver a miracle.

Arabella’s gaze fell on her, and with a hesitant voice, she said, “Mrs. Temple, there's no sign of life."

"No, no." Celeste shook her head, refusing to believe, "Please check her again. I feel that she's still

with us."

If Dr. Bella said she was alive, then she must be!

The girl in the coffin, after the undertaker's makeup and groaming, looked like a sleeping princess, no

different from usual.

"She really isn't breathing anymore." Arabella said sorrowfully, “She's already gone."

Celeste couldn't handle the blow. Her daughter was still lying there, just like how she remembered from

their trip to a popular flower field last year. Her daughter was lying amongst the colorful blooms, eyes

closed while they took beautiful pictures.

Her daughter was just like that now, lying amongst the flowers.

She was just sleeping.

She was only sleeping!

"Closing the casket." the funeral director announced.

“No, don't close it. Crystal, don't leave me." Celeste cried out, fainting from the emotional strain.

“Celeste, Celeste." Alger rushed to her, tears streaming down his face, "Someone, call the doctor."

"Let's lay her down. I'll take care of this." Arabella had anticipated this situation and brought the

acupuncture kit that Romeo had given her.

“Bella, how's Celeste? Did she faint from excessive grief?" Louisa anxiously asked from the side.

“Yes, an emotional overload can cause insufficient blood supply to the brain, leading to fainting. I'll give

her a few acupuncture treatments."

"Okay"

With Arabella's words, Louisa felt somewhat reassured.

After Arabella applied a few needles to Celeste’s acupuncture points, she finally opened her eyes. But

seeing everyone dressed in black, and remembering her daughter's funeral, tears welled up in her eyes

again.

"Celeste, are you feeling better?" Alger asked through his tears, "My heart can't handle another shock.

Dont scare me. I lost Crystal. I can't lose you too."

“Alger." Celeste couldn't help but burst into tears holding him.

After a while, the funeral proceeded.

Clark, standing at the side, clenched his fists. He would avenge Crystal, he couldn't let Mr. and Mrs.

Temple bear this pain in vain.

After the casket was sealed, four pallbearers carried it forward.

Celeste held her daughter's portrait, following behind in a daze.

Behind her, members of the Temple family were sobbing.

A hundred steps ahead was Crystal's burial site.

"Prepare for burial." With the funeral director's strong voice, the casket was lowered into the grave.

As the soil fell on the casket, it seemed to slowly fill the grave.

Celeste cried out in agony.

Alger knew that once the dirt was in place, he and his daughter would truly be separated by the barrier

of life and death. He let out a mournful cry, his grief consuming him.