True Heiress Returns to Her Unemployed Rich Family (Arabella) novel Chapter 569

Frank couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Arabella, do you really see me as your brother?"

"Absolutely!" she replied with a playful grin. "Honestly, knowing the place is yours is all I need. I'd much rather drop by whenever I feel like it—that sounds way more fun than having it under my name."

Shaking his head affectionately, Frank murmured, "You little troublemaker."

"So that's a yes?" Arabella's eyes lit up instantly.

She looked genuinely thrilled at the thought of coming and going freely from Misty Resort whenever she pleased.

"Alright, fine. Whatever makes you happy," Frank agreed.

Ethan chimed in from the side, "Well, in that case, I guess I'll have to tag along with Arabella and enjoy the perks."

"Not you." Frank shot him a look.

"Hey, I'm your brother too, you know!" Ethan protested.

It was one thing to spoil Arabella, but couldn't he at least get an invite?

"You said it yourself—you're a brother, not the sister," Frank replied bluntly.

Ethan immediately turned to Arabella with a pitiful expression. "Arabella, help me out here!"

Arabella couldn't hold back a laugh. "Ethan, Frank's just teasing you. Can't you tell?"

"Well, just promise you'll take me with you when you go," Ethan insisted. "If you don't, I won't even be able to get past the gate."

"Ethan!" Arabella said, half-amused, half-exasperated. "You could always book a reservation and wait in line like everyone else!"

Why was he acting like he was completely locked out?

"Arabella, the public sections aren't really our scene. I'm talking about the fully private area—Misty Mount," Ethan explained.

Finally understanding, Arabella's eyes widened. "There's a place like that too?"

She'd only ever heard rumors. She'd never looked into the details of Misty Resort before. Back when she was living with the Macdonalds, even if she'd had the money, she wouldn't have considered going. Her head just wasn't in that space back then.

"Yeah, Misty Mount has never been open to the public. It's Frank's personal retreat—completely off-limits to everyone else," Ethan filled her in.

Arabella turned to Frank. "So, are we going to Misty Mount this time, Frank?"

"Yes," he confirmed.

If they were going, they might as well go to the best part.

Besides, since his identity had always been kept under wraps, he really didn't feel like running into anyone outside the family.

"So... can I come and go from Misty Mount whenever I want too?" Arabella asked hopefully.

"Of course." He'd been ready to give her the place—why would he stop her from visiting?

Hearing that, Arabella beamed. "Thank you, Frank!"

Then she glanced at Ethan. "Don't worry, Ethan. I'll definitely bring you along when I go."

"It's not about the money," Ethan explained. "It's about the gesture. Arabella won't let us buy her gifts, and you're already offering the venue. I still want to contribute something meaningful."

He went on, "I won't go overboard. You're not charging for the place, so let me handle the food, drinks, and whatever else we need while we're there."

After all, Frank's private retreat was priceless—you couldn't put a number on that kind of access.

Frank thought for a moment. "Fine. You handle it."

"Great. Thanks, Frank." Ethan let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Since they'd agreed to celebrate together, he didn't want to show up empty-handed.

Watching her two brothers plan a celebration for her and prepare such a thoughtful surprise, Arabella felt a deep warmth spread through her chest. It felt good to be home. It felt good to have real family.

*****

Meanwhile, at Hamilton Manor.

"Grandma, Grandpa... I'm really sorry for making you worry," Naomi said, her voice tinged with guilt.

"The Stewarts have straightened everything out, so let's just leave it in the past. There's no need to dwell on it," Lena reassured her gently.

"Thank you, Grandma. Thank you, Grandpa." Naomi looked visibly relieved to be forgiven.

Lena gave her a soft smile. "Honey, why so formal all of a sudden? You weren't like this before. You used to come in and joke around with us."

Naomi's expression dimmed slightly. "Grandma, maybe it's because I've grown up. I realize I can't be as carefree as I used to be. Don't you like that I've... matured a bit?"