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Harper quickly put on an act. "Mom, isn't that a bit much? Arabella's family is so poor. Even if she took a few things, it would just help her get by. Let it go." Freya sneered, "Everything in her room was bought by your father and me. What right does she have to use our things to 'get by'? Her parents are unemployed. A few trinkets won't fix that." With that, Freya moved to check Arabella's backpack. But Arabella, as if expecting this pettiness, simply opened the bag herself. "There's nothing from the Macdonald family in here.

My ID is mine. This laptop, and the clothes I'm wearing, were bought with my scholarship money." If she hadn't been the one supporting the entire household all these years-and didn't want to leave them a cent-she would have thrown money in their faces. But they weren't worth it. Seeing Arabella truly had taken nothing, Harper and Dylan looked disappointed. She actually has some pride. With the Macdonald family speechless, Arabella shouldered her backpack to leave. But then a weak voice called from the stairs. "Arabella... Wait..." The family turned, stunned.

It was Edward Macdonald, who had just had major surgery, hurrying downstairs. Seeing her precious son, Freya rushed to support him. "Edward! It's nothing important. You should be resting. Why did you come down?" Edward had severe aplastic anemia. He'd recently had a bone marrow transplant performed by a reclusive specialist. The surgery was successful, but he was in recovery-a time when stress and exertion were dangerous. They'd deliberately kept him from seeing Arabella off. Yet here he was.

Seeing her frail older brother, who had always protected her, a ripple of emotion stirred in Arabella's cold heart. She paused. Edward shot Freya an annoyed look. "If you hadn't had Albie babysit me, I wouldn't have had to rush." 1/4 14:26 Thu, Jan 29 M This was clearly a custom, modified car for the ultra-wealthy, casily worth as much as a Bugatti or Lamborghini. Did some big shot just arrive? To Arabella's surprise, the man who got out looked anything but a big shot. He was dressed shabbily, with dark circles under his eyes.

He wasn't much older than her, maybe four or five years, but he was unshaven and seemed generally worn out. Despite his disheveled appearance, his eyes were sharp and alert. They landed on Arabella, and a flicker of surprise passed through them. "You must be Arabella, right?" he asked. 。 90 4/4 Mark Twain