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.

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

a very

Quinton assumed Timothy would

the man

the very least, he was better

you for

old, I have

now I don't find it necessary to get angry unless

Of course...

on even if something

isn't a big problem." Timothy

whispered, "Grandpa,

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

maintain his peace and be a

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

respect you since you're my grandpa's

tried his best to

calmly, "I can do that as long

in each other

her and affects her, I don't care if

trigger and shoot." "I promise to stop that

he does, I'll

won't wait for you." Timothy

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