Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 245

Arnold's eyes lit up, his excitement barely contained as he exclaimed, "Don't worry, Grandpa! This time, I'll do exactly as you say!"

Matthew waved a hand dismissively and picked up his brush again. But as he reached for the palette, he realized the palette was missing. It had been hurled across the room during his earlier outburst.

Arnold immediately retrieved it, cleaning up the mess and refilling it with fresh colors. He even started mixing paints to prepare the colors.

Matthew's irritation melted away instantly. Chuckling, he said, "You really know how to butter me up when you need something, don't you?"

"Grandpa, don't say that. I'm just being thoughtful," Arnold came up with an excuse for himself.

"Alright. Your shirt's covered in paint. Go clean up and get some rest," Matthew told Arnold.

"No rush, I'll stick around a little longer."

As Arnold continued mixing the paints, he watched Matthew's expression. Once he was sure Matthew wasn't upset anymore, he decided to try his luck again. "Grandpa, since we're having a little chat, I've got a question for you. And I hope you'll be honest with me." "Go ahead." Matthew waited for Arnold to throw his question.

Arnold then said, pushing a dramatic effect, "Why do you like Felicia so much? I mean, you had only met her once before you started talking about an engagement between our families."

Matthew didn't look up and moved his brush across the canvas as he painted bold, deliberate strokes. The image of a soaring eagle began to take form. But at Arnold's question, his hand faltered. A bead of paint dripped onto the pristine part of the canvas. He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit.

hurried to his side, patting his back to help him catch his breath. Seeing Matthew's face

No, don't bother," Matthew waved him off once he had finally caught his breath. "I know my own body. A doctor won't do much besides poke and prod. Don't trouble yourself." Arnold eased him into a chair and quickly poured him a cup of hot water. After a few sips, his breathing

him. "You asked why I like Felicia so much. The truth is, it's not about liking

Arnold asked, leaning

before he finally

about?"

after my accident, I had... Well, it wasn't just a dream. It felt so vivid, so real. It was almost

voice grew quieter,

saw

for the entire city. I saw a disaster that would

Lovel

bring everything we've

memory. "And at that

vision, a dream-how absurd. But Arnold, cautious as ever, didn't dare voice his skepticism aloud. Instead, he nodded, letting Matthew's words

about was finding

a heavy breath. "Just remember, everything I do is for

give

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