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Chapter 1542

Chapter 1542

Kenneth's heart sank as he pondered their situation, "At first, we were thinking about the old folks'

health and, to be honest, we wanted a bit more time with Bella. We didn't want a swarm of nosy

relatives barging in and disrupting her life."

“But Clark did say that announcing it at the end of the year would be best. He mentioned Bella still had

some loose ends to tie up out there; the specifics of which are beyond me.”

But deep down, Louisa didn't want the revelation of their daughter's identity to become a burden on

Bella, which was why she took Clark's advice to heart and decided to schedule the announcement for

the end of this year.

“Only about ten more days left now. Then we'll invite the entire McMillian family to witness the

moment," Kenneth planned with her.

Serena was in the bathroom, wrestling with diarrhea. To gain Arabella's understanding, she had

downed half a bottle of hot sauce, leaving her gut and rear end ablaze with fiery pain.

When she finally got out of the bathroom, she saw the servants packing up her clothes and bedding.

She couldn't help but ask, "What's all this about?"

“Mrs. Collins has ordered that, as punishment for your misdeeds, you are to reflect on your actions in

the guesthouse next door.”

“What did you say?” Serena suspected she had misheard. Yet, there they were, one servant folding her

bedding, another packing her clothes, and a third collecting her toothbrush and other personal items.

“What did I do wrong? Are you sure this came from mom? She told you this herself?” Serena grilled the

servant.

“Yes, Mrs. Collins said it herself.”

Serena was stunned. It had to be Arabella! Arabella must have slandered her while she was away!

With that thought, she dashed downstairs and accosted the butler, "Where are mom and dad?"

“Mr. and Mrs. Collins had to step out for a bit. If you hurry, you might catch them at the front gate,” Erik

heard of her exile to the guesthouse. He had tried to intercede on her behalf, but they was unyielding.

It was clear that this time their decision was final.

Serena bolted out the door, and when she saw her parents’ car gliding past the fountain, she lunged

towards it.

“Dad, mom.” Serena banged on the window, tears welling up in her eyes, “I need to talk to you, wait.”

Injured yet persistently chasing after the car, she kept knocking, “Dad, mom, just give me a few

minutes.”

“Stop the car,” Louisa ordered coldly.

The driver immediately hit the brakes. Moments before, he had been caught in a dilemma, not daring to

stop but also not wanting to speed up, inching forward at a mere 10 miles per hour. He feared if Serena

accidentally hit the car and got hurt, he would be in deep trouble.

Thankfully, Mrs. Collins called for a halt.

The window rolled down, revealing Louisa’s indifferent profile.

“Mom, are you really sending me to live in the guesthouse? Did my sis say something to you? You

won’t even give me a chance to explain before sending me away?” Serena’s tears fell, her voice laden

with hurt and sorrow.

After all, they were living in the main house; the guesthouse next door was meant for visitors.