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.

Arnold hurried to his side, patting his back to help him catch his breath. Seeing Matthew's face turn red as if he

"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

sighed deeply, staring at the unfinished painting in front of him. "You asked why I like Felicia so much. The truth is, it's

asked, leaning

he finally said,

about?"

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

grew

I saw the future-not just for the

I saw a disaster

Lovel

could bring everything we've built

trembled as he gripped the edge of the table, his cloudy eyes darting about as though he was reliving the memory. "And at that moment, I saw her-Felicia. She was the only one who could save us and keep

smirk. His grandfather was getting old, clearly. To put so much faith in a vision, a dream-how absurd. But Arnold, cautious as ever, didn't dare voice his skepticism aloud. Instead, he nodded,

could think about was finding a

Matthew said, exhaling a heavy breath. "Just remember, everything I do is for you and the Lawson

took his final bow, he had to give Arnold and Felicia that extra push, even if it meant

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