Both Nigel and Justin fell silent, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Neither had any desire to open the door for Grant.

Yet, this uninvited guest took matters into his own hands. Matt, who was stationed outside, reluctantly let him in.

"Grandpa, I heard about your sudden health scare. How are you feeling now?" Grant asked.

As if only now noticing Justin's presence, his eyes glinted briefly as he offered a gentle smile. "Ah, Justin is here too."

Justin's expression remained cool as he gave a slight nod. "Grant."

"If I had known you were here, I'd have waited until tomorrow to visit. I wouldn't want to disrupt Grandpa's rest." Grant maneuvered his wheelchair to the bedside.

"Nonsense." Nigel forced a faint smile, speaking quickly. "It's late, and you're not well yourself. You shouldn't have gone out of your way to visit me."

Leaning forward slightly, a flicker of something unspoken flashed across Grant's dark eyes. "Since I was a child, Grandpa, you've always been the one who spoiled me most. If I can't fulfill my duty to you when you're unwell, what kind of man would that make me?"

tremor rippled through Nigel, hidden

in Nigel's demeanor. Though it aroused his suspicions,

outwardly calm was a fundamental trait for those in

these feelings seemed

have something I'd like to discuss with

shifted hesitantly toward Justin. "Is it that important? Justin

you can talk with my brother. I'll take my leave," Justin replied. He had no intention of remaining where he was not welcome, so he turned and left

door, Grant's voice drifted to

said, "Grandpa, I've met

tall figure stiffened, his

met someone special? Is it a girl from Meridan, or did you

know. Justin knows her as well," Grant answered, his calm and charming smile brightening his refined features. "It's Bella. I admire Ms.

You... You like Bella?" Nigel's pupils contracted

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