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.

powerful; after retiring from the army, he became a

a

Timothy

it seemed the man was

least, he was

for

I have a sprightly

in the past, but now I don't find it necessary

Of course...

even if something serious

a big problem."

whispered, "Grandpa, don't push

one who got up angrily to hit Stefan? I was worried about your heart condition." "Ahem! That was different," Timothy

to maintain his peace and

the condition was he didn't want to see his annoying

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

his best to

added calmly, "I can do that as long as your grandson stops pestering my

in

affects her, I

shoot." "I promise to stop that bastard from harming Ren ever

does, I'll shoot him

wait for you." Timothy said

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