The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1373

Chapter 1373

His lips had turned a pallid shade of blue from the cold, and all he wanted was to hurry back to the main house.

Just then, the sky began to drop its snowy payload, a blizzard of flakes whisking through the air with each gust of the biting wind.

The snow fell with such intensity, as if the heavens were furiously sowing seeds in a relentless barrage.

“Snowing, huh?” Serena couldn't believe their luck, grasping her grandfather's hand with a tinge of regret.

"Guess we'll have to take our walk sother time."

Darren was of the smind, silently relieved at the prospect of returning indoors.

A servant not far off raised their phone, aiming to capture a snapshot or two of the scene.

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Seized by a sudden inspiration, Serena thought if she were to break into a gentle run with her grandfather, the visual would be

absolutely charming!

Yet, as she took her first strides, her feet clad in slippers betrayed her on the slippery ground.

Because she was holding onto her grandfather, both of therm tumbled to the ground in a heap.

The servant, who had just captured the moment, rushed over in alarm to offer assistance.

The snowy conditions had made the ground treacherously slick, and the domestic footwear that Serena and Darren donned offered

no traction, ensuring their spill.

"Grandpa, are you alright?” Serena, less concerned for herself, saw her grandfather's pained expression and quickly offered her

support, "Lethelp you up."

“Serena, don't move him!" The servant shouted from a distance, "Letdo it!"

Serena felt a sting of irritation. How dare a servant stop her? Was he trying to steal the limelight?

"Mr. Darren's fallen and we can't just yank him up willy-nilly. If he's hurt, it could make things worse;’ said the servant, crouching

down to Darren and asking gently, "Sir, do you feel dizzy at all? Any nausea?"

Serena was already annoyed from being shouted at, and hearing the servant ask seemingly trivial questions only fueled her anger.

“What are you on about at a tlike this? Grandpa's still sitting on the cold, wet ground, and with the snow coming down like this,

if you won't help me, at least hurry up and help him up!” Serena took the opportunity to settle her earlier grievance.

But the servant didn't arque with her, instead patiently explaining, "Serena, please, I'm just trying to see if he's hit his head and if

he's still lucid."

After this, the servant turned back to Darren and asked in a soft tone, "Sir, can you move your limbs?"

If he couldn't move his hands or feet, it might indicate a fracture. Trying to stand up in such a case could lead to bone

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displacement and cause secondary injuries.

“IL can move. it's just that my back hurts something fierce."

Darren had landed squarely on his back when he fell, and now the pain was so intense he could hardly move.

Serena, still feeling guilty for a past incident that had led to her grandmother getting hurt, was now worried about what her uncle

and aunt might say once they found out. She didn’t want to tarnish her image in their eyes.

“Grandpa, letrub it for you!"

No sooner had Serena started to rub Darren's back than she heard his pained cries.

“Serena, you can't rub it!" the servant interjected urgently, "Rubbing like that after a fall can worsen the injury, lead to swelling,

and even misalignment."

Serena hadn't realized there were so many complications to consider, "Then what are we supposed to do?"

They couldn't just sit there indefinitely, after all.