Arnold Swansinger Son 소설 & 이야기

Mr Lee responded. Mr Arnold had a confused expression his face, whatever this doctor was telling him right now didn't make any sense. He silently stood up and left, wondering on how he was going to find his daughter. Mr Arnold took out his phone and called a few people who he thought would help him find Rains location. He drove back home and to his surprise, they were quiet a number of people gathered in the leaving room. As Mr Arnold came closer, he realized it was the Williams family. "Oh, Mr Arnold you are finally here. We came to discuss the wedding of our son Zain and your second daughter, Natasha" Mr William said with a bright smile on his face.

Father stated. Dorothy pressed her lips. "You cannot deny Farrell as Arnold's son. He's more entitled to the Haworth heirloom than Otis. Is this the kind of person who will represent our family forever? A dwarf? Dad, he’ll tarnish our reputation!!!" "Did you see what happened to me after protecting a murderer?" Father beat his chest. "Arnold's driver’s son almost killed me!" "Father! Don't do that! Father, what are you doing!?" Otis and I screamed as we held his hand. "The wound will open if you hit it," I muttered.

He made sure that to infuse the right amount of weariness into his voice, the right amount of sadness at a plan gone to nought. “Why?” Arnold frowned, not understanding. He thought his son was beginning to comprehend him. Why was the latter proving strong headed now? “She has found her mate. Her mate is the Beta Caden’s son, Clem…” Curtis stopped himself from adding that his own mate was the latter’s sister. He still found it funny; the humor of the goddess, or fates, whatever that was. He watched, holding back a smile, when his father hit the table in anger.

he says, pointing to the man from earlier, then makes a slow circle around his temple with one finger, crazy. I don’t smile, even though I want to, because Irina starts rattling off in Russian again. “Whatever,” says Grigory, grinning. “The boy’s a retard. Anyone can see it any day.” He gestures to the young man sitting on his right. “This is my son, Arthur. He owns a ranch, trains the horses out back.” “Oh.” I nod slowly. So those were horses after all. “Nice to meet you all.” “How long have you and Alek been dating?” asks Irina, leaning forward.

Accepting such severe consequences is something I wanted to avoid as much as possible. 'I had to ask my father to give me a job as a bank employee so you wouldn't know my identity, and thankfully my father agreed. To answer your suspicions every time you see me and Verdict, I'll answer it. I am not part of the Walter family, although the Walter family welcomed me with open arms and made me a part of them. For the details, I don't want to tell you. It's not a comfortable topic to talk about…' Arnold fell silent again. His eyes looked sad for a moment. Arnold was trying to get rid of the bitter memories of his past. He waited anxiously for Arnold's next sentence.

After finding out that he had a chance to become the next head of the Crawford family, he had become puffed up with pride, even picturing himself as the Crawford family’s head already sometimes. “No… we couldn’t…” Arnold shivered. He felt terrified as he recalled all the words he had said to Gerald on Gong Island. “What happened to your arm?” Will raised his head to find that Sawyer’s sleeve was covered in blood.

Following his cue, I unfolded the paper and stared down at it in utter disbelief. It was a letter from Aurora! I looked back up at him, my mouth opening and closing in astonishment. I couldn't understand why or how Ryan had suddenly come into possession of a letter from Aurora after months of endless searching. Reading through the contents of the letter, a profound sense of sorrow washed over me. Each word she had written seemed to shatter something within. Aurora had given birth to a son and wanted to assure me that they were both safe and didn't need to be searched for. She promised to care for the child and mentioned receiving enormous support from her new pack.

In the absence of one parent, the family lawyer could authorize a withdrawal on behalf of the family under “urgent family circumstances.” My heart began pounding. This could work. It could actually work. I rushed toward the vanity and grabbed my phone. Arnold Graves. Arnold was the Sinclair family lawyer. And he was also James’ close friend. Arnold was known to be a respectable man. Everyone had seen him as a principled person. I almost laughed. Please. Men like Arnold weren’t principled. They were only careful. There was a difference. And I knew exactly how to deal with careful men.

The middle-aged man stared wide-eyed, his whole body trembling slightly. This person is the famous Snow Citadel, the president of the Arnold family trading group Mortimer Arnold. His son Harding Arnold ran away at Snow Citadel University. He hadn't arrived in half a day before it was already transmitted to him ear, went straight home from the company to lecture him on this inconsiderate son. Sitting in a luxurious corner of Harding Arnold's sofa, holding his head in his hands, he couldn't remember everything that happened before, not even the slightest impression, just remembering him at that time.