Chapter 1732

Martha was definitely worried that this would pass into the Collins family, which would do no good for

her and Serena. So, she reached out her hands and snatched for it.

Arabella smacked Martha's cheek, and then quickly punched on her nose. Serena helplessly watched,

as blood trickled from Martha’s nose. She barely let out a scream when Arabella kicked Martha away

into a pillar.

Martha's back hit the pillar with a thud, and she then slid to the floor. But at the sight of the little tiara on

Arabella's hair bend, she shot a look to her henchmen, and in no time, seven or eight of them charged

in.

But Arabella wasn’t even fazed by these goons. Within seconds, they were sprawled on the ground,

defeated.

She advanced toward Martha again.

Serena again, watched helplessly as Arabella kicked Martha in the head and chest.

“Stop, Arabella, please stop.”

When Martha was smitten to the ground, coughing up blood, Serena’s eyes welled up with tears.

support the author and the translation team! But Arabella didn’t go soft. She kicked Martha away to the

pillar again, like she was kicking off the trash.

Once more Martha was hit to the pillar, and a fresh wave of blood spilled from her mouth.

Still, as if unwilling to throw in the towel, she struggled to her feet, but only to receive another kick from

Arabella on the face and stomach. She was knocked into the air, crashing into the wooden table, which

was shattered into pieces.

“Martha, get out of here.” Serena cried out, choked with tears. “Stop fighting, you can’t beat her.”

Somewhere along the line, Steward’s men had made it upstairs, firing at Martha’s henchmen.

Martha wiped the blood from her lips, still wanting to make one last stand.

As she lunged for Arabella, and reached for her hair bend.

In a flash, Horace kicked one of Martha’s thugs so hard that he flew into her, and they both went

tumbling down the stairs.

Serena widened her eyes, stunned, unable to believe what she was witnessing.

Just now.

Martha, who had doted on her for eighteen years, had fallen down the stairs?

Serena’s eyes bugged out, her mind was blank. And it was after quite a while that she caught on

Martha’s death.

Martha, who had cared for her for eighteen years with genuine affection, was dead.

“That bitch got off too easy dying like that!”

Coming from her ears was the mutter from one of Arabella’s underlings.

Serena couldn’t believe it. Tears streamed down her face like pearls scattering from a snapped strand

of necklace. Was it Arabella’s people who killed Martha? Or was it Arabella herself?

Arabella or her goons couldn’t be seen from her angle.

She only saw Martha trying to stand up, and trying to rush in a certain direction.

Then someone flew in, knocking Martha down the stairs.

It had to be Arabella!

It had to be Arabella taking the opportunity to kill Martha!

Serena was both tense and angry, a low sob escaped her throat, which then turned into a loud,

anguished scream.

“Arabella, you murderous fiend, you killed Martha! You vile, despicable woman.”

Ah—

Her Martha was dead!

DEAD!

Horace, who was not far off, brought down a few more thugs and kicked the cellphone on the ground

down the stairs.

The screen was shattered.

The video call was cut off automatically.