The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

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Chapter 482 “Mom, we weren't fair to Bella before, and we want to make it up to her, but we need you to back us up. Isn’t it a given that someone's assets should go to their next of kin?” Without waiting for a response, Olga continued, riled up: “You know we're in a tight spot. We've asked for your help several times, and you've ignored us. We can’t figure out why you would secretly draft a will and give everything to Bella. What were you thinking?” Olga was so furious that she was practically shaking. “Yoli’'s engagement party with Zachary is in just a couple of days, and she doesn’t have a decent dress. She’s going to be a laughingstock if she shows up in sold rag! Plus, she'll be graduating from college in a couple of years and marrying into the Panter family. How can she do that without a proper dowry?” Without giving Grace a chance to reply, Olga continued accusing, saying, “If you had divided your assets evenly among us, | wouldn't have said a word. But you gave everything to Bella. You ignore us when we need your help and help her when she doesn’t need it. What's the deal?” Yolanda was silently crying on the side, seemingly upset and disappointed by her grandmother's favoritism.

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Grace was so infuriated that she clutched her chest; the pain was too much.

Seeing this, Attlee pulled Olga back and rushed forward, asking, “Mom, are you okay? Is there something wrong with your heart?” “Stop playing dumb! You owe us an explanation for all this! We won't rest until we get one!” Seeing Olga with her arms crossed and looking unyielding, Attlee shot her a glare. The old lady looked really pissed. If she got sick because of this, it wouldn't be worth it.

Grace was trembling with rage. She reached for items on her bedside table, a heated cup pad, a tissue box, reading glasses and started throwing them at Olga.

Quickly dodging, Olga said, “Mom, what the hell?! What are you doing? Enough already!” When she ran out of things to throw, Grace reached for the emergency call button on the side of her bed, intending to call someone to kick them out. But before her hand could reach the button, Attlee spotted it. He swiftly unplugged the cord and moved the button out of her reach.

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“Mom, what are you doing? Take a deep breath.” He quickly comforted her, then turned to Olga and said, “You, out. Yoli, stay.” “Why should | leave?” Olga wanted to argue, but noticing Grace's pale face, she finally left the room reluctantly.

Grace was in so much pain that she couldn't speak for a while. Attlee poured her a glass of water, but she took it and splashed it all over his face.

“I have no son like you; get out.” Bullying an old woman with his wife, he had snerve! Attlee understood his mother’s anger. He wiped the water off his face, knelt down, and said sincerely, “Mom, | can accept your resentment toward me. But you don’t understand our predicament. Things at hare really bad, and at this critical time, you've already prepared your will.” He didn’t know that Grace had written her will a long tago. She had called Casey over yesterday to modify sdetails, such as if Bella were to have an accident and couldn't inherit her estate, she'd rather donate everything than leave a penny to Olga and the rest.

“Mom, can you reconsider?” Attlee begged on his knees, “Even if it's just semergency funds for now.” Grace didn’t expect this shameless man to make such a demand. Enraged, she smashed the cup in her hand on his head.

In a split second, the cup didn’t break, but blood started to trickle down Attlee’s forehead.

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