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 businessman and established the

was a very capable

Quinton assumed Timothy would

seemed the man was a nice

the very least, he was better than his despicable

you for

I'm old, I have a sprightly

temper in the past, but now I don't find

Of course...

on even if

big problem." Timothy

"Grandpa, don't

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

his peace and be a

he didn't want

since you're my grandpa's

and tried his best to

added calmly, "I can do that as long

in each

if he pesters her and affects her, I don't care if you're

pull the trigger and shoot." "I promise to stop that

does, I'll

for you." Timothy

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