Chapter 903


    Every mansion had five or six steps leading straight up, a design style that harked back to days of old.


    "Just wait for me in the car."


    Arabe stepped out of the vehicle, ascended the steps, and rang the doorbell.


    After a moment, with no response, Arabe rang the bell twice more, thinking that the old man probably


    wasn''t home.


    She noticed a gap under the front door and thought of writing a letter and slipping the money through


    the gap.


    Just as she was about to get paper and pen, an elderly man appeared, shuffling up the stairs. One


    hand held onto the railing for support, while the other carried groceries from the supermarket. He


    squinted at the young woman standing in front of his house.


    Hearing the noise, Arabe turned around, "Excuse me, are you Grandpa Arno?"


    At the sound of his nativenguage, Arno dropped his guard and asked warmly, "Which family are you


    from?


    Why are you standing at my doorstep?"


    “Professor Earwood sent me, Arabe offered, seeing him struggling with the heavy groceries and


    moving to help. "May I carry that for you?"


    "Logan sent you?" Arno clung onto his grocery bags, "No, no, you''re a youngdy, you can''t carry this."


    Arabe''s hand brushed against his, and she pulled back, taking a moment to look at the elderly man


    in front of her.


    He seemed to be in his seventies, with a head full of white hair and a hunched back. It appeared as if


    the few steps had drained all his energy.


    But something about him struck Arabe as odd.


    "Let''s, let''s talk inside.” The old man was panting slightly, leading the way inside with his grocery bags.


    Arabe followed him in, closing the door behind her.


    “No need to take off your shoes, you''llugh, but I haven''t swept the floor in days." The old man


    right?"


    "No, I''m not.” Arabe took control of the conversation, asking casually, "I heard you live alone?"


    “Only this old geezer left. My son and daughter-inw live far away. Logan is such a good tutor, and I


    found him through my son, you know. Logan must''ve told you that my grandkids only speak foreign


    Arabe smiled slightly, "It''s quite good for your age."


    Arno put the groceries away, washed his hands, and poured a ss of water for Arabe.


    "I don''t have much to offer, but you can have some water." His movements were slow and clumsy. After


    cing the ss on the coffee table in front of Arabe, he sat down and asked, “Logan sent you


    because?"


    "He and his wife have to leave unexpectedly and can''t tutor you anymore."


    Arabe took out the note written by Taylor and the remaining money from her bag, “They wanted to


    apologize personally, but they couldn''t make it. They tried calling you, but you didn''t pick up, so they


    asked me toe.


    This is the remaining tuition fee, Mr. and Mrs. Earwood insisted that I hand it to you."


    "They''re leaving?" Arno''s eyes showed a hint of sadness. Seeing Arabe ce the money on the


    table, he waved his hand and said, "Tell them there''s no need. It''s not much. They should keep it for


    their journey. I''m d to have known them."


    Perhaps the thought of being alone again saddened the old man.


    Arabe replied calmly, "I''m sure you''ll find an even better tutor."


    "Thank you for yourfort."


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    Arabe picked up the ss and looked around the house, "You keep your home very clean."


    "It''s okay, hahaha. I used to farm for decades. My son finally made it, and I followed him abroad, but I


    just can''t sit idle. The flowers and nts outside are all grown by me."