Before his words fell, Alvin suddenly stood up with a gloomy face and snatched the stick from the butler''s hand, striding toward Arnold. "Ugh!"


    Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Arnold''s legs. Two bodyguards had appeared behind him, hitting him with a stick and forcing him to kneel!


    "You ungrateful brat! You made such a huge mistake, yet you still have the guts to joke around! You still dare to talk back?!"


    Alvin widened his bloodshot eyes and swung his arm fiercely. The sticknded hard on Arnold''s back, making a sickening thud that frightened the crowd! However, Arnold only groaned once.


    The stick hit his back over and over as the two bodyguards held his arms, leaving him defenseless. Arnold was in so much pain that his stomach felt twisted. His vision gradually blurred, and the metallic taste of blood grew stronger in his throat.


    But he refused to beg for mercy or lower his head.


    The brutal beating made Aaron''s heart jump with fear. He turned away, not daring to watch.


    "The best do not need teaching; the mediocre need harsh teaching; and someone like you, who is useless and ungrateful, needs to be beaten!"


    As Alvin''s words fell, he lifted his arm high, then brought it down heavily!


    The next second, a crisp sound rang out!


    The stick that was a few inches wide had cracked into two pieces on Arnold''s back.


    The dead silence of the surrounding crowd was shattered by shocking gasps.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Arnold''s handsome face was drained of blood and so pale that it was almost transparent. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, uncontrobly trembling.


    He bit down hard on his lower lip as blood stained his lips. It was a tragic and ring sight.


    "Dad!"


    Aaron rushed over in a panic at this moment, lowering his voice nervously. "After this beating, you''ve vented your anger, and Arnold has received his lesson. Let''s talk. If you continue beating him, it won''t end well, especially with so many people watching. We can''t exin it to Grandpa either."


    In truth, Aaron was not concerned about his brother.


    He only did this to protect his father''s image.


    Alvin froze, the other half of the stick slipping from his grasp. His palm was swollen and red. He was trembling slightly as he exerted too much force. "Ha... Hahaha..."


    Arnold''s tensed arms pressed


    against the ground, and he lowered his head, hiding his expression butughing mockingly. "Howme. Is it over already? Dad, you''re really aging... You call this a family punishment? Are you just tickling me? Come on... I dare you to beat me to death!"


    "Bastard!"


    Alvin was burning with anger, a vein bulging on his forehead. He threw the stick away with all his strength. "Even until now, you remain shameless and refuse to change?!" "Change? Why should I change... Why do I need to change?!"


    As if his shattered bones had been reformed, Arnold gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, his battered body swaying.


    Everyone was stunned.


    Even Alvin''s expression changed instantly.


    "I still don''t understand... As a doctor, what did I do wrong..."


    Arnold''s narrow eyes were bloodshot. Every wording out of his mouth was a piercing usation, "A doctor should be


    merciful, help the weak, and saven et


    people. This is what Grandpa


    taught me since I was a child. Until now, the que with the words ''Heal the World'' is still hanging in Grandpa''s study. I thought that was our familyw!


    "I didn''t expect the familyw to be an excuse for you to vent your personal grudges! In your eyes, Chairman Thompson is an enemy. But tome, he''s just a patient! What wrong did I do by treating a O patient?!"


    Arnold''s stubborn and unyielding temper was much like that of his aunt, M.


    His passionate defense left the crowd stunned but deeply impressed.


    Alvin''s face turned red from anger, his eyes shing with rage. "Bring Arnold back to his room! Without my orders, nobody is allowed to let him out!"


    After the ruthless beating, Arnold''s pristine white shirt was in shreds, exposing his swollen and red skin, which was once pale and fair. Even the bodyguards at his door could not bear to look.