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.

man was said to be very powerful; after retiring from the army, he became a businessman and established the

was a very capable

assumed Timothy

it seemed the man

he was better than his despicable

you for your

old, I have a sprightly

but now I don't

Of course...

hold on even if

isn't a big problem." Timothy

whispered, "Grandpa, don't

got up angrily to hit Stefan? I was worried about your

to maintain his peace and

didn't want to see his

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

his best to

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

won't interfere in each

affects her, I don't care if you're my

the trigger and shoot." "I promise to stop that bastard from harming

he does, I'll

for you." Timothy said

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