The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

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.”

“No need.” Ethan put down his fork and pulled out a napkin, wiping the corners of his mouth. He cast a glance at the man standing beside him. “Did you bring him?”

answered, “He’s

The butler gestured

black t–shirt, battered and bruised, and dumped him onto the floor. Owen’s eyes

“Forry?”

with broken bones. He lay helplessly on the floor in a semi–conscious state, his eyes blazing with a

her revulsion, Evelyn snapped, “Ethan, what did you bring this

noticeably flustered, blurted out. “Ethan,

he knows exactly who he messed with,” Ethan said, coolly watching

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

face turned pale, rendered speechless in front of his mother,

you, Father: I don’t have

Forrest sprawled on the floor. “Remember, know who you can mess with and who you can’t. This is the last

rear–view mirror. Seeing Ethan in the back seat with his eyes closed and brows furrowed,

home.” Ethan opened his eyes, suppressing