The Princess and the Pauper

Martin was utterly crushed, feeling as though his whole world had come crashing down around him. "The Collins family couldn't warm your heart in eighteen years, and | thought | could. | believed that with true sincerity, even metal and stone would be moved. | thought that as long as | was good to you, we'd have a happy life together. But | almost killed my own mother and sister!"

Seeing Martin in such a state of regret and agony, Serena realized that things had taken a terrible turn. With him like this, the odds were, he had evidence.

"If you won't speak." Martin pulled out his cell phone, "I'll hand over all the evidence to the police. After that, it's none of my concern whether you live or die anymore."

As Martin moved to call the police, Serena quickly maneuvered her wheelchair forward, trying to grab his hand, but he shook her off with force.

“Martin.” When he was determined to make the call, Serena clutched at the hem of his shirt in desperation. "What are you doing?"

"What am | doing??" Martin looked down at her, eyes red with a mix of grief and fury. "You tried to murder my mother and sister, and you killed an innocent driver. What do you think | should do? Pretend like nothing happened, keep pampering you, treating you like royalty? Serena, this is murder—taking a life has its price! You're terrifying, completely deranged! You're beyond redemption!"

It was only now that he could truly empathize with how disappointed and hurt the Collins family had been before. Had they seen him as a fool for trying to rescue Serena from their clutches?

The Collins had showered her with love, spoiled her, tried to warm her heart, but it hadn't made a dent, and Martin had been oblivious to the problem.

Only now did Martin understand that the person he loved wasn't this monstrous, heartless girl before him, but the simple, pure Serena of the past.

But that Serena was gone, forever locked in the past, a memory that should remain untouched, for uncovering it would reveal a monstrous truth.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Watching Martin resolute to call the police, Serena could only move her wheelchair forward again, pleading as she clutched at his shirt. "Martin, listen to me. | was so angry at that time. | made a mistake. When | saw them being rushed to the ER, my heart was in agony, | was full of remorse. | was too scared to tell you."

Martin looked at Serena’s two-faced, hypocritical demeanor, remembering how she had feigned concern when he received the call about his mother and sister's accident right after their engagement party.

All orchestrated by her! "So are you admitting it?" Martin asked with a sneer.

Serena knew that excuses were futile. He was ready to call off the engagement and was willing to call the police in front of everyone, clearly showing he was utterly disillusioned and hurt.

“Martin, can we talk in private?" Serena tried to soften her tone and her stance.

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