Since Corey became a stupid pathetic drunkard, Arnold had hated his brother. This hatred only became intense after hearing that he had joined a robbery gang which was rumored that he recently became the leader.
What's worse? Since Corey left home, he had never cared to come for a visit, ignoring his family for some selfish gains.
Now, Arnold only wished he could call on the police and sponsor the search to find him...
Truth be told, it felt like he wouldn't care if he was sent to jail!
However...
There was no way he could do that and remain fine. The brotherly love he had kept hunting him down, forcing him not to do what his flesh really wanted. In the end, he would just sit back and watch...
"He shouldn't dare to run to me crying for help when things come crushing on him," Arnold said with a dark face.
Then, he walked back to his room.
[You look ugly while you frown. Common, don't let this ruin your day.]
