Chapter 22

“The car’s ready. Are you sure about going to the Arnold residence?”

“Why, am I not allowed to?” The young man sat in his wheelchair, exuding an air of dignified elegance. He wore a shirt and jacket, with a hint of a blue tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. He seemed enigmatic and aloof, a touch of melancholy playing around him.

“But Madam…”

Ethan lifted his dark gaze, coldly staring him down. “It’s not her place to dictate my actions.” “My apologies, sir. I misspoke. I’ll take you downstairs now.”

For Ethan, this was the first time in years he had stepped out of his home. He had not seen the sun in what felt like forever. Once outside, he realized that everything was as she had described; the scenery was breath–taking. He glanced at the jujube tree beyond the wall where he could vaguely see a young girl swinging her legs, her beautiful smile visible even from this distance. As he looked away, the warm emotion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a cool detachment.

An hour later, he arrived at the most luxurious villa. Dozens of servants stood outside, forming two lines. They watched as a black Cayenne pulled up to the entrance, a trembling bodyguard stepping forward to open the door. As Ethan transferred to his wheelchair, the waiting staff chimed in unison, “Welcome home, Mr. Arnold Jr.”

little emotion. He could not remember how many years it

not too far off, and

careful,” Owen Arnold

elderly woman approach, Ethan’s lips barely moved

with tears. “You’ve finally decided to come and see your

standing behind Evelyn. As their eyes met, Ethan

because I

it is, let’s talk after we’ve

wheeled up to the head of a long dining table set for twenty, covered with his favorite dishes. Ascending to the table was not a

her left. Knowing Ethan was coming and fearing he might feel uncomfortable, she had dismissed everyone else from the

lost weight.

Grandma,”

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