The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 957

"He's gone off to fight your battles with your little ones by his side."

Arabella raised an eyebrow, having anticipated this. She was about to reach for her charging phone when Clark quickly interjected, "Let me do it. You're still injured. Don't move unnecessarily."

When she had returned earlier, her phone was out of battery, and one of the guys had set it aside to charge.

"I'll send him a message," Arabella said as she took the phone and opened WhatsApp.

Fearing that her movements might aggravate her wounds, Clark quickly offered, "Don't move. I can send it."

"It's different when you send it and when I send it."

He had to agree.

Romeo would definitely prefer to see her message.

After Arabella sent the message, she heard Clark ask, "How are you feeling now?"

"Who dressed my wounds?"

"Dr. Nolan took care of the wound on your leg, Dr. Borg handled your arm, and then," Clark relayed everything he knew.

Arabella raised an eyebrow. Just as expected, these two, Nolan’s and Borg’s medical skills were still subpar. Even after all this time apart, there was little improvement, they had bandaged her up like this.

"Who on earth hurt you guys like this?" Clark questioned further.

He knew his sister's capabilities. In Lidaria, she had no trouble handling any miscreants.

"A bunch of freaks," Arabella began recounting the ordeal.

A sudden realization dawned upon Clark, "It's Chester."

Since childhood, they had been injected with all sorts of drugs, altering their physical functions and turning them into grotesque creatures.

"How did you manage to escape?" Clark asked, anxious.