The Untouchable Ex-Wife

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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. The man was said to be very powerful; after retiring from the army, he became a businessman and established the powerful Hunt Enterprise. He was a very capable person.

At first, Quinton assumed Timothy would be arrogant and condescending. Now, it seemed the man was a nice person. At the very least, he was better than his despicable grandson.

"Thank you for your compliment. Although I'm old, I have a sprightly mind. I did have a bad temper in the past, but now I don't find it necessary to get angry unless it's something serious. Of course.... I can hold on even if something serious happens. It isn't a big problem." Timothy waved, grinning.

Renee whispered, "Grandpa, don't push yourself. Who was the one who got up angrily to hit Stefan? I was worried about your heart condition."

"Ahem! That was different," Timothy said awkwardly.

He wanted to maintain his peace and be a kind and amiable old man. Only, the condition was he didn't want to see his annoying grandson.

"I should respect you since you're my grandpa's old friend," Quinton said.

He tensed up and tried his best to suppress his dissatisfaction.

He added calmly, "I can do that as long as your grandson stops pestering my sister. We won't interfere in each other business. But if he pesters her and affects her, I don't care if you're my grandpa's comrade. I'll pull the trigger and shoot."

"I promise to stop that bastard from harming Ren ever again. If he does, I'll shoot him myself. I won't wait for you. *Timothy said seriously. He didn't sound like he was joking.

"You'd better don't break your promise." Quinton took Renee's hand. "Let's go!"

Timothy watched the siblings leave Hunt Manor, staring at their backs for a long time before looking away. He glanced at the vacant dining room and became melancholic.

Sighing, he muttered, "How sinful!"

As Quinton walked out of Hunt Manor, he was silent, in deep thought. A rare helplessness dawned on him. He was panicking and trying to keep himself in check, and his actions drew sympathy.

Renee couldn't hold on for long, and blurted out, "Quinton, my only brother. You were the one making a scene today. Why do you look like we've ganged up on you instead?"

She recalled his actions, especially how he had ruined a vase worth millions at the door of the manor, and how he had aimed a gun at Timothy's head. He even said such terrible things!

Renee was livid. At first, she wanted to teach him a lesson. However, seeing his pitiful appearance made her reflect on herself instead.

"What's wrong? Did I do anything wrong to make you this gloomy?" she asked him.