Chapter 23

“No need. There’s no place for me in this house anymore. Coming back would just irritate certain people,” Ethan said with icy aloofness.

Evelyn’s gaze chilled instantly. “Who says so? The Arnolds only acknowledge one grandson- you. When you’ve grown up, you’re to inherit the Arnold family fortune. If you don’t return home, then who will?”

Ethan was not aware that Owen, after marrying Sylvia Shenley, had explicitly forbidden him to step foot into the Arnold residence. Even Forrest was not recognized by the Arnolds.

“Ethan, mind your tone. Is this how she’s raised you all these years?”

Ethan’s eyes flicked upward, his grip around his fork tensing, pale knuckles highlighting the tense veins beneath. “How she raised me is none of your concern, Father. I didn’t intend to disturb you by coming here. I apologize, Grandma.”

Upon noticing Ethan’s emotional strain, Evelyn placed her bony hand over Ethan’s. “What’s happened? Has someone been picking on you? Tell me, I’ll take care of it.”

the corners of his

answered,

dismissively. The butler gestured to the bodyguards outside. Soon,

in a man wearing a black t–shirt, battered and bruised, and dumped him onto the floor. Owen’s eyes widened as he

“Forry?”

face was covered in bruises, his hands twisted into unnatural shapes with broken bones. He lay helplessly on the floor in a semi–conscious state, his eyes blazing with a fierce

Evelyn snapped, “Ethan, what did you bring

noticeably flustered, blurted out.

the state he’s in, I’m sure he knows exactly who he messed with,” Ethan said, coolly

because he’s been living with the Arnold family for a few years doesn’t mean he can

rendered speechless in front of his mother, and

let me remind you, Father: I don’t have a

butler, helping Ethan onto his wheelchair, glanced down at the battered figure of Forrest sprawled on the floor. “Remember, know who you can mess with and who you

seat with his

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