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 very

Quinton assumed Timothy would be arrogant

man was a nice

was

for

I have

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

Of course...

on even if something

big

"Grandpa, don't push

who got up angrily to hit Stefan? I was

his peace and

didn't want to see his annoying

you're my

his best to suppress his

do that as long as your

in each other

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

trigger and shoot." "I promise to stop that bastard from

does, I'll shoot him

wait for you."

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