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.

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

a very capable

Timothy would

it seemed the man

was better than his

you for

I'm old, I

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

Of course...

can hold on even

big

"Grandpa, don't

got up angrily to hit Stefan? I was worried about your heart condition." "Ahem!

his peace and be a kind

didn't want

respect you since you're my grandpa's

up and tried his best to

as long as your grandson stops pestering

interfere in

pesters her and affects her, I don't care if

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

does, I'll shoot him

wait for you." Timothy said

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