The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1605

Chapter 1605

"Serena, time for lunch," Betty said cheerfully as she set the lunch tray down, arranging the dishes one

by one on the dining table.

Serena latched onto her words like a lifeline. "Where are Mom and Dad? What have they been up to all

morning?"

Betty jumped when Serena grabbed her hand.

"After I brought your breakfast, I got caught up helping clear away branches. The gardener decided

every tree in the estate needed pruning." Betty paused, glancing at the clock. "I didn't get back to the

main house until almost noon, and I saw your folks coming in from a stroll in the garden. They plopped

down on the couch and started sending voice messages on WhatsApp to."

Betty hesitated, afraid to continue.

"To who?" Serena pressed, her voice tinged with urgency. "Come on, spill it. No secrets."

Swallowing hard, Betty confessed, "They were checking in on Ms. Bella. Asking if she'd had lunch yet,

telling her not to work too hard, and offering to have the chef make something special to be delivered

right to her door. They seemed really concerned about Ms. Bella."

Serena felt a jolt of shock and disbelief. "Did you see them sending these messages with your own

eyes?"

"Yes, I heard the 'ping' as they sent them. Ms. Bella even replied." Betty couldn't grasp why Serena's

face was etched with such defeat and despondency. "Serena, are you feeling better today? Did the

fever go down after the medicine?"

It struck Serena that the only person who seemed to care about her was Betty, someone who was

completely unrelated to her.

A sardonic smile played on Serena's lips, a mix of bitterness and defiance. "You actually saw them

messaging on their phones, right?"

Betty was confused by the repeated question. "I saw it with my own eyes. They chatted for like twenty

minutes. Serena, what's wrong?"

"What did they do after sending the messages?" Serena probed further.

"They got caught up reading some news on their phones. I only knew because I overheard their

conversation. After that, they went for lunch."

Serena felt her heart growing colder. So Kenneth and Louisa had time for news and warm chats with

Arabella but couldn't spare a single punctuation mark for her own messages.

The smile on Serena's face soured. She had been feverish last night when Martha suggested a plan,

which seemed good at the time. Bravely, she had typed out over two thousand words, half for Dad, half

for Mom, hoping to stir some memories.

She waited until this morning to send them, not wanting to disturb them.

She thought maybe they were busy and hadn't seen the messages, or couldn't reply just yet.

But no, they had seen them and simply chose not to respond.

"Serena, what's wrong?" Betty asked, seeing Serena push her food around the plate. "The food's

getting cold, and this table doesn't have a heating function. Serena, it's better to eat while it's warm. It

won't taste as good once it gets cold."

Serena managed a hollow laugh, feeling utterly abandoned. In just a few days, she had gone from the

beloved daughter, the jewel of the Collins family, to a forgotten wretch—like a queen fallen from grace,

banished to a lonely, sunless palace, wondering when she might regain her freedom.

"Serena, Serena?" Betty called softly again.

With a heart heavy with sorrow, Serena whispered, "Betty, please leave me be for a while. I need some

time alone."

At that moment, Serena knew what it felt like to be cast aside, forsaken by the parents who once

adored her, left to wither in the shadows of the Collins family's indifference.