But Arnold didn’t pursue music for “artistic achievement.”

He just likes cool and alternative things.

Siouville temporarily grounded him, and then arranged for him to perform 1,000 hours of community service in the Republic through the school and local government. If he did not complete 21 hours a week, he would immediately return to the country to receive family education.

His mobile phone sends his location to the butler every ten minutes, while monitoring his physiological characteristics to make sure he is not looking for stimulation.

Arnold felt that the world was shattered and he begged: "Father, don't do this... I feel like I am living like a parolee!"

"Then going to jail will make you happier, right?"

Arnold quickly fell silent.

He also wanted to apologize to Karan before leaving.

He must make Karan accept his apology, otherwise his weekly community service hours will be increased to 30 hours.

How many 30 hours are there in a week?

He was afraid that he might not even be able to make it to band rehearsal.

He bought the gift and drove to the hillside villa.

It's very secluded here, the streets haven't been cleared of snow, and cars can't drive uphill.

Arnold walked up with difficulty.

Outside the old house where Karan lived, small lanterns were hung on the fence, and several strange-shaped snowmen were piled in the yard. The roof was covered with snow, which was falling down.

There was a kid wearing a woolen hat trying to get out from under the door.

Arnold walked up and lifted her up.

Alice cried "Wow".

Karan hurried out of the house and saw Arnold carrying Alice like a small animal. She snatched the child away angrily and slammed the door on Arnold's nose.

"I..." Arnold tried to explain.

"Don't come around this house again!" Karan yelled.

Mrs. Nashley poked her head out of the kitchen and asked, "What's going on? Is the owl here?"

"Nothing!" Karan said quickly.

Mrs. Nashley returned to the kitchen.

Her screams and the house's alarm system went off at the same time.

Karan heard the clatter of a broken bowl, and then a muffled sound.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Nashley shouted in shock: "Damn it! Why did you climb in through the window? Do you know I might have given you a knife just now!"

Karan quickly ran to the kitchen to check.

Arnold was sitting at the sink when Mrs. Nashley threw a pie plate at him.

He was all white.

Alice giggled.

Arnold was furious, jumped down from the sink, rushed to the door and asked Karan: "Have you rented this place out? Why are there still women and children!?"

"Arnaud Siouvel, look at who I am again?" Nashley pulled his collar from behind and pulled him away from Karan.

Arnold was shocked when he was suddenly called by his full name.

He took a serious look at Mrs. Nashley. She had no makeup, was wearing a simple apron, and her hair was simply tied up.

"Who?" Arnold frowned and asked, "My fan? I didn't expect a housewife like you to listen to rock music."

Mrs. Nashley was so angry that he became speechless.

"I am your grandmother."

Arnold thought she was swearing, so he sneered: "Crazy woman."

When the twins were born, Mrs. Nashley had already left Thorn Bird Manor. They only met at relatives' funerals, weddings and other occasions. On those occasions, Mrs. Nashley dressed up very well, which was completely different from now.

"This is Mrs. Nashley." Karan hugged Alice and introduced to Arnold, "Please go out immediately. The alarm system has sounded and the bodyguard will be here soon."

Mrs. Nashley…

Arnold looked carefully at the woman in front of him through his long eyelashes sprinkled with flour.

He suddenly stammered: "Ah, you are...grandmother?"

"Yes, I just told you." Mrs. Nashley pointed at the door angrily, "You can get out."

"No, wait, I'm here to apologize." Arnold quickly smiled and took out a gift from the flour, which was a diamond ring. "Come on, Karan!"

Mrs. Nashley was so shocked that she held onto the kitchen counter: "Wait a minute..."

She didn't know the inside story.

When Siovel called her over, he only said that Karan was injured and hospitalized. She thought it was Siovel and Karan who had a quarrel, which eventually turned into a physical conflict. She was still angry for a long time.

Now that she saw Arnold's diamond ring, she suddenly had many thoughts.

"Get out!" Mrs. Nashley's complicated thoughts were all over in an instant, and she angrily threw Arnold out the door.

Alice was a little curious and a little frightened.

Karan could only feed her porridge and put her to sleep.

After Alice fell asleep, Mrs. Nashley called Callan into the living room.

Her expression was serious, and she looked like she was going to have a long conversation.

"What's going on between you and Arnold?"

"Nothing's wrong, he's a brainless pig."

Karan felt that what Arnold needed most was not schooling, but an intelligence test.

It must have been Siovel's idea that he came to the slope villa to apologize.

Siovel must not have expected that Arnold picked a diamond ring as a gift. Now, Mrs. Nashley might think that she has slept with every man named "Siovel" in the world.

really.

Mrs. Nashley asked seriously: "Let me confirm one thing first. Alice is your and Edmund's child, right?"

"Yes." Karan couldn't help but say, "Madam, Arnold was not an adult at that time."

Mrs. Nashley waved her hands quickly and looked away: "I don't mean anything else, I just made sure."

They both fell into silence.

At this time, a head suddenly appeared on the windowsill.

Arnold climbed up again, holding up the huge ring and waving it: "Karan! Please forgive me! I never dare to do it again!"

Mrs. Nashley couldn't help but frown.

She raised the baked pie to throw it at him.

Karan stopped her: "Madam! This is the bacon pizza you have prepared all day long, don't let it go to waste!"

"It's pie!"

Mrs. Nashley didn't care so much and strode to the window.

Karan quickly closed the kitchen window.

In a blink of an eye, Arnold's head poked out of the living room window again.

Seeing Mrs. Nashley's gloomy face, Karan could only run out the door and said to Arnold: "I don't need your pretentious apology or your gift."

"It's up to you. Anyway, accept my gift first, and then..." Arnold took out a crumpled piece of paper from his leather jacket and "signed it."

Callan glanced at it. It read, "I have completely forgiven Arnold Siouville for what he did. He has the right to go to the Republic to study and develop his own hobbies." There was a date and signature below, which looked like a

a contract.

She tore up the paper.

"Wait!" Arnold screamed.

Karan screamed louder.

Arnold grabbed her wrist and clamped her down like steel: "Do you hate me? How can you forgive me?"

"I don't feel anything. Just go back with the ring."

Arnold put the ring in her mailbox.

Karan is more afraid of Raphael than Arnold.

He led Arnold to the ramp villa.

Just like when Arnold dragged her into the garden and she asked for help, Raphael just stood outside the garden and secretly took photos.

She would never understand what the "perfect heir" of the Siouville family was thinking.
To be continued...