At his age, Timothy was a man held in high esteem.

No one had ever been that rude toward him.

If it were someone else, Timothy would have long gotten angry.

Knowing that Quinton was the grandson of his old comrade, however, he grew to like Quinton.

He couldn't be angry at Quinton at all.

On the contrary, he tried to reflect on himself humbly.

"Yes, it was our fault," he admitted.

"I'm already very guilty.

I don't care what their surname is, but half of their bloodline belongs to the Hunt family.

You can't say they're not related to us.

Of course, I know that the relation isn't much." "Well, aren't you rather friendly?" Quinton said.

He now had a different impression of Timothy.

In the past, he had heard of Timothy's character.

from the army, he became a businessman and established the powerful

a very

first, Quinton assumed Timothy would

seemed the man was

the very least, he was better than his

for

old, I have

a bad temper in the past, but now I don't find it

Of course...

on even if something serious

big

"Grandpa,

angrily to hit Stefan? I was worried about

and be a

was he didn't want to see

respect you since you're my grandpa's old friend,"

tried his best to suppress his

calmly, "I can do that as

interfere in each

her, I don't care if

trigger and shoot." "I promise to stop that

I'll

wait for you." Timothy

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