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 Hunt

a

assumed Timothy would

the man was a nice

he was better

for

I'm old, I

I don't find it necessary to get

Of course...

on even if something

isn't a big problem." Timothy waved,

"Grandpa, don't push

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

maintain his peace and be a kind and

condition was he didn't want to see

you're my

his best

that as

in

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

"I promise to

does, I'll shoot

for

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