Chapter 504

The mansion of the main family was ablaze with lights that night. Arnold sat at the second-floor bar, his eyes half-lidded, lost in thought as he absently sipped his drink. Just then, Khloe descended from the third floor and spotted her son, motionless with his glass in hand, his mind clearly elsewhere. She approached him slowly, a gentle smile on her lips. "Arnold." At the sight of his mother, Arnold's demeanor softened. He gave a slight nod. "Mom." Khloe sighed. "I just came from your grandmother’s quarters. She said we can bring Alvin home tomorrow." Arnold responded with a disinterested hum. His indifference irked her. Frowning, she pressed, "Arnold, Alvin is your only son. As his father, you should at least show some concern." Suppressing a flicker of impatience, he replied flatly, "I know." Khloe understood not to push him too hard. She held her tongue, studying him silently for a moment before cautiously broaching another subject. "And what about Old Mr. Stone... Has he still no