The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

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Chapter 1172 Clark could only bow deeply, his voice a mix of sorrow and regret, "I'm sorry." He knew that no amount of apologies could mend their broken hearts from the loss of their beloved daughter, but he genuinely felt sorry for them. He felt sorry for Crystal.

“I'll take care of you both till | die” Clark seemed to make a decision, saying seriously, “You can treatas your son. I'll often cto visit and take care of you in your old age." Even though this couldn't alleviate the pain felt by Alger and Celeste, at least they wouldn't be left alone in this world.

"Giveall the information related to those people.” Alger said, his voice weary, "And never show up in front of us again" “But.” "Leave." Alger didn't even want to glance at him, "l want to spend stwith my daughter." He had thought that he would have a lifetto watch his daughter walk down the aisle in a wedding dress, have her own children.

But he never expected that their ttogether would be so short.

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Clark's eyes dimmed, "I'll cback tonight" He planned to wait until they calmed down a bit before visiting again. He wanted to help them in any way he could, including organizing Crystal's funeral.

Tpassed, and the day broke.

Carol opened her eyes to find someone sleeping next to her. It was Clark.

He was lying on the edge of the bed, his head resting on one hand. He looked tired.

Carol noticed his fists were cracked, the blood had coagulated on the surface of his skin.

Growing up in such a harsh environment, Carol could tell at a glance that these were injuries from a fight.

Who did he fight with? Was it those people? Carol remembered how her foster parents were killed by those people, and how they dragged innocent Crystal into it.

Tears suddenly welled up in Carol's eyes.

Clark was clutching Carol's hand in his sleep. Maybe he felt her moving, and he opened his eyes. He was overjoyed, "Carol, you're awake." Nothing could make him happier than seeing her awake.

Carol turned her face away, not wanting him to see the tear tracks on her face.

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Clark quickly reached out to wipe them away, "Don't cry. It's my fault for sleeping so soundly. How long have you been awake? Don't worry, those people have been caught. I've tracked down the IP of the person who ordered them. My men are on their way.

They will make them wish they were dead." Clark wanted these people to pay doubly for how Logan, Taylor, and Crystal were killed and the pain they suffered.

Carol didn't say anything, staring at the snowflakes falling outside the window. She remembered a snowy day when she was young.

Taylor was with her in the yard making a snowman, and Logan had a snowball fight with them.

They all laughed so happily.

Clark followed her gaze, gently holding her, "We agreed that once you're better, we'll go skiing. How are you feeling? Are you better? Should | call the doctor to check on you?" Carol shook her head.

She kept her gaze away from him, not looking at him.

Clark's heart skipped a beat.

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