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.

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

a very capable

first, Quinton assumed Timothy would be arrogant and

man was

least, he was better

for your

I'm old, I

a bad temper in the past, but now I don't find it necessary to get angry unless it's something

Of course...

hold on even

isn't a big problem." Timothy

whispered, "Grandpa, don't push

Stefan? I was worried about your heart condition."

wanted to maintain his peace and be a kind and amiable old

was he didn't

should respect you since you're my

tensed up and tried his best

that as long as your grandson

won't interfere in each

pesters her and affects her, I don't care

to

he does, I'll shoot

for

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