The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Arnold was released from the "cage" and brought to the courtyard.
At this moment, everyone in the Larson household was gathered in the courtyard, forming a large crowd.
Arnold's tall and lean figure stood straight in the center of the courtyard. He looked at his father, who was leisurely drinking tea
while seated in a chair. His brother was standing aside respectfully, along with the "audience" they summoned to watch the
show.
A strong sense of discomfort churned in his stomach.
Beyond the wall lay the new century, but within this grand mansion was still an old feudal society.
When Arnold was young, he always felt sorry for his aunt, thinking that it was a waste for a noble daughter of the Larsons to
escape from the family that gave her all the wealth and glory, even if it meant being ostracized.
But now, his heart was stirring with a desire to follow in his aunt's footsteps.
"Kneel," Alvin said coldly.
Arnold straightened his back, asking with a mocking smile, "Dad, we're not in medieval times anymore. We don't even need to
kneel when meeting the President. Isn't it time for our family to change these outdated rules?"
Alvin's face stiffened.
Aaron scolded, "Arnold! You're the one who made a mistake and embarrassed the Larson family! Is this how you show
remorse?!"
"You asked me to admit my mistakes, and I've admitted them. I've said everything I should say. From now on, never."
Never.
When Arnold said this, his heart ached painfully, as if his heart had been cruelly cut open.
"I won't go to the Thompson family ever again, and I will no longer interfere with their affairs. I've already relented to this extent.
Why do you need to humiliate me like this?" His argument rendered the crowd deadly silent.

In the hierarchical Larson family, except for Old Master Larson, no one else dared to defy Alvin.
"Arnold, your closeness with the Thompson family has broken the bottom line of our Larson family. It's the gravest mistake!"
Aaron immediately jumped in to play the villain "If Dad doesn't punish you heavily will you remember your mistakes? Our family
rules will become a joke. Who else follow and respect them?!"
"Tsk, so this is about making an example to the rest, huh?"
Arnold's mocking murmur thoroughly enraged Alvin.
At this moment, the butler brought over the tools used for punishing Arnold.
"Mr. Alvin."
The crowd gasped, and Arnold's heart tightened!
The butler held a whip and a thick, long wooden stick in his hands.
"According to the family law, you will either be beaten until your skin ripped apart or have your legs broken. Choose." Aaron
looked at him coldly.
Aaron did not seem to care that Arnold was his brother, born to the same mother.
This was always the case in the Larson family. They prioritized power, ability, and money. Familial ties were always dispensable.
Arnold's pupils widened in shock, and he burst into laughter.

"Interesting... How interesting! Today, I'll see what's up with your family rules."
Arnold laughed while shaking his head, his beautiful eyes tinged with red. "But our family is well-known in the medical field. Why
does our family law include punishment tools as crude as whips and sticks? I bought a set of surgical knives back from Meridan.
Why don't you just use those? It's more efficient!”