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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1177
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Chapter 1177 Clark gently laid the girl on the hospital bed, his hands braced on the side, eyes reddened from unshed tears, observing her closely.

"Did you overhear what my folks told me?° “Mmhm," Carol didn't deny, quietly meeting his gaze.

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“So, are you planning on leaving? Just like last time, leavingin the lurch, disappearing off the face of the Earth?" Clark stared into her eyes, a raw mix of hurt and indignation in his voice, "You know | can't live without you.

What am | supposed to do if you leave? Did you even consider my feelings? The last tyou leftlike discarded trash, did you ever think about how heartbroken | would be, how I'd miss you?" Seeing his tears fall once again, Carol tried to wipe them away, but Clark turned his face, a hint of petulance in his voice, “If you truly cared about me, you wouldn't even think about leaving." Carol's hand froze mid-air.

“Aren't you going to wipe them?” Clark turned his gaze back to hers.

Carol was at a loss for words, reaching to wipe his tears, only to have her hand caught by his.

“You just went ahead and removed your IV. Bella barely managed to save you, and you treat your health like it's nothing, going out into the cold." “Are you done?" “No." Clark was looking into her eyes, a hint of anger in his voice, "Do you think if you disappeared without a word, | wouldn't be able to find you? | could search for ten, twenty, thirty years. As long as I'm alive, | won't stop until there's nowhere left for you to hide" He looked into her eyes, emphasizing each word, “Listen to me, no matter what happens, | won't let go of your hand. We're in this together. I'll handle my parents. Once all potential dangers are eliminated, they'll naturally accept us. Trustand givestime." Carol just looked at his sincere expression, not saying a word.

“Everything that happened to your parents, | grieve for them too. | know you feel guilty for Crystal's death. What we can do now is to seek justice for them, to comfort the Temple family, to bring these criminals to justice so they can't hurt anyone else." She remembered what Logan had said at the Riverside Villa: parents would do everything for their children's welfare. They just want their children to live well, otherwise, how could they justify their own sacrifices? Looking at Clark, Carol said softly, “I'm not planning on leaving." Clark was surprised.

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"l just wanted to see them in the morque." Carol's voice fell, “I didn't want to cry in front of you, or worry you." That was why she went to the morgue alone, and cried her heart out.

When she was young, she was taught to not show weakness, to not cry. So during training, no matter how much she bled or how badly she was hurt, she'd grit her teeth and never let a tear fall.

But seeing her foster parents’ bodies today, she couldn't help but weep. She missed them so much and wished they could cback to life.

“It's normal that your parents can't accept me. As parents, they naturally want their child to live a peaceful life. | understand. If it were my child, | wouldn't want them to be with someone with a complicated background. | don't blthem." Carol's words surprised Clark even more.

“I'l do my best to earn their approval.” Carol looked into his eyes, her voice serious, "My parents haven't been buried yet. | haven't avenged them or Crystal yet, so | can't leave. | can't let those people get close to the Temple family and you." Standing at the door, Arabella heard this, a smile playing on her lips as she walked towards the head doctor's office.

Seeing her approach, the head doctor stood up as if he was greeting an esteemed person in the medical field.

"Dr. Bella, welcome! Please, ctake a seat!"