NovelStartArnold recognized Asher's towering figure.
All the blood in Arnold's body gathered in his trembling heart. He gripped the balcony rail tightly, continuously leaning out as far as he could, wishing to jump down.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat outstanding figure, attracting his heart immediately, could not be anyone other than Asher! "Asher... Asher! Asher!" Arnold screamed with all his might.
Unfortunately, they were too far apart.
A strong wind picked up, and it was already hard for Arnold to breathe, being severely injured. His weak voice was scattered by the wind the moment it left his lips, leaving no chance to reach Asher.
"Asher! Are you deaf?! Look back... Look back! I'm right behind you..." When he shouted the last few words, they were hoarse and broken, barely audible.
Arnold could only watch as Asher got into his black sports car, started the engine, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
"Bastard! Can't you wait fora little longer?!" As if his soul were sucked out of his body, Arnold slumped down on the floor, panting heavily, tears falling down his face. "Asher... Why can't you wait for me... Takewith you..." It was late at night in the study.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlvin explained Arnold's situation to Old Master Larson over the phone.
Knowing that he punished Arnold with the family law, Old Master Larson was obviously dissatisfied. Although he did not chew Alvin out, his tone was disapproving.
"Arnold is a skilled doctor, and he's renowned in Meridan's neurosurgery field! Even I've heard of his achievements. You must have heard too, right?" Alvin gritted his teeth. "Naturally, I have. But Dad, Arnold broke the family rules with his recent actions and disregarded the Larson family's image, which was outrageous. If don't punish him heavily, there's no guarantee he won't do something ridiculous in the future, turning us into a laughingstock." "Cough... You can totally use other methods to punish him. There's no need to hurt his body." Old Master Larson's tone was stern.
"We only have Arnold and Aaron in the third generation now. You groomed Aaron into a businessman, and he had completely given up his medical skills. You haven't perforified surgeries for over ac decade. You were focusing on managing the lab, research center, and hospitals and thriving in the business field. Currently, the only person who could really inherit my legacy is Arnold. If you cripple him, the Larson family will have no successor and does not deserve to be known as a medical family!" "But, Dad..." "I know why you're so hard on Arnold." Old Master Larson's voice fell, carrying a hint of warning. "Alvin, so many years have passed. Has your resentment not yet faded?" Alvin's expression stiffened. "Dad, what resentment could I have? Even if I do, it's because the kids are grown now and refuse to listen to me. I'm afraid they will cause trouble and affect our family name." "Alvin, no matter how much I hate Wyatt, my precious daughter still ended up with him and bore children for him. Their children all turned out to be outstanding. Mila spent twenty years in the Thompson family, and I've never heard of any rumors of discord between her and that old man. It shows that Wyatt treated her well." "Dad..." "I know you've always liked Mila." Old Master Larson's words struck a nerve at the most hidden corner of Alvin's heart.
He pursed his pale lips tightly, his hand at the side clenching hard.
"Although you are my adopted son and have no blood ties to Mila, she will always be your sister. No matter in the past or present, there is no possibility between the both of you."
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