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Chapter 1543

Chapter 1543

Moving next door was like a punishment for her, and she understood that all too well.

Once the doted-upon princess of the household, now she had fallen to the status of a mere "guest".

The drastic change wasn't just about her own standing; it symbolized a demotion in her parents' hearts,

from daughter to outsider in a heartbeat.

Louisa scoffed, "You still don't get it, do you? Still thinking Bella's been smearing your name behind

your back? Let me tell you, she hasn't said a word. We just put two and two together. For the past six

months, you've been playing us for fools, honey-tongued to our faces while stabbing us in the back.

We're utterly disappointed in you."

"Mom???" Serena couldn't believe they knew. If Arabella hadn't spilled the beans, then how did they

figure it out? Had they been suspicious of her all along, their trust eroding over time?

"After Bella returned to our home, your dad and I sat you down a few times, hoping you'd understand.

We felt guilty about Bella, wanting to make it up to her. But we never shortchanged you. Your life

remained unchanged. All these years, emotionally and financially, you've gained so much from being

part of the Collins family, and we've never treated you unfairly."

Louisa's icy gaze fell on her, "But what did you do? You abused our trust, misled us, bullied Bella. You

need to go next door and reflect on your actions."

"Mom, let me explain," Serena tried, but Louisa clearly wasn't interested in listening.

"I had hoped you two could be good siblings, or at least live under the same roof with mutual respect.

You didn’t have parents or people to rely on, and we were willing to take you in, treat you as our own

flesh and blood. We had discussed, and we planned for your future, your wedding gift - it would be only

more. But you're still not satisfied! What has Bella done wrong? She's simply returned to the home she

should have never left. She's eighteen years late, and during those years, you've been living lavish in

her stead, yet you can't bear to share. Your dad and I have reflected; perhaps it was Martha who led

you astray. Talking more now is pointless. Go next door and think things through. And if we learn that

you haven't changed, that you dare disrespect Bella again, then Collins will no longer be your

surname."

"Mom???" Serena was in disbelief at what she was hearing.

"Drive." Louisa rolled up the window.

"Mom? Mom." Serena, struck by the gravity of the moment, instinctively chased after the car, "Mom,

don't go. Let me explain. Don't send me to the next house. I'll apologize to my sister; please, just give

me another chance, Mom."

Already injured, she chased until her ankle twisted, and she fell to the ground in utter disarray.

Watching the custom Rolls-Royce drive away, Serena cried out, "Mom." But the car didn't stop. Instead,

it turned a corner and vanished from her sight.

How could things have come to this? Why?

She had played her tricks before, badmouthed Arabella in social circles, but those whispers never

reached her parents' ears. Whenever they seemed suspicious, her tears would cover it all up.

Why was it so serious this time? They were actually resolute about moving her to the next house.

What would the household staff think?

"Next door" might sound close, but the distance to the main building was quite a stretch, a good five-

minute walk away. Her parents were actually going to banish her there, alone.