It pained Quentin to see the agony written all over Harley’s face. In an effort to comfort his son, he had no choice but to say, “Just hang on a bit longer, okay? The doctor said you’ll be fine after some time.” In reality, only he understood what the renowned doctor had actually said. It was true that Harley’s broken backbone had been repaired, but whether or not he could stand up again depended entirely on his luck.
If there’s someone else in Irieson who could heal Harley, it’d be none other than Quincy. His reputation as a preeminent figure in the field of medicine is no exaggeration. That being said, I can’t beg him for help. After all, Harley has gone after his friend. If I beg him to save my son right now, he surely won’t do anything. But what else can I do if I don’t beg him for help? Can I just sit by and watch my son spend the rest of his life confined to a wheelchair?
Harley started to cry. “Dad, don’t lie to me anymore. I know what’s going on with my own body. Even if I’m healed, I may not be able to fully recover. Most probably, I’ll end up a cripple.” If my bodily suffering can be overcome by gritting my teeth, what about my mental suffering? I’m still young, only in my forties, with dozens of years to fritter away. There’s no way I can resign myself to living the rest of my life either in bed or in a wheelchair like a cripple!
“Look at you! You look like a good-for-nothing! What are you crying for? All men in our family sweat and bleed, but we never weep!” Quentin scolded his son, his eyes bulging with anger despite his heartache. “Hold back your tears!”
Harley hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, not daring to cry anymore.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to help you. All you have to do now is recuperate. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself,” said Quentin before leaving Harley’s bedroom. Then, he strode into his grandson Leslie’s room. “Come over here, you brat!” He raised his foot and kicked Leslie out of bed right away.
“Ouch!” Leslie was sent rolling by the kick. Falling onto the floor, he looked at his grandfather pitifully. “What are you doing, Grandpa?” How can you kick me like this without warning? Can’t you talk nicely?
“Tell me what the hell happened!” Quentin was still confused as to how his grandson got beaten up by Thomas all of a sudden. Getting beaten up is one thing, but my son went seeking revenge for this, only to get beaten into a cripple instead! I’ve been busy getting Harley’s injuries treated these days. Today, I must get the answers. “Spill it now, and don’t you ever try to bluff your way out of this! It’s not possible!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Stop playing dumb with me! Why did that Thomas guy beat you up?” Quentin knew this grandson of his better than anyone else. If nothing else, Leslie was an expert at troublemaking. He didn’t believe Thomas had beaten Leslie up out of sheer displeasure. This good-for-nothing grandson of mine has likely messed with him, to begin with!
“I… Uh…” Leslie was stumped. He hung his head, not daring to meet Quentin’s eyes. If it were Harley who asked him, he wouldn’t have been afraid in the slightest. All he had to do was act spoiled and play the victim, and he would get away with it. However, this wouldn’t work on his grandfather, who never tolerated even the slightest wrongdoing.
Most importantly, he seems to have supernatural powers. He can detect even the most perfect lie. Should I tell the truth, then? No way! If I do that, I’ll get smacked even more severely. What should I do, then? I’ll get smacked no matter if I tell the truth or not. Why do you have to ask me about this, Grandpa? You don’t have to know the ins and outs of this! All you need to know is that a son of a b*tch named Thomas Clifford smacked your grandson and beat your son into a cripple. Don’t you get tired of being so inquisitive?
Quentin’s eyes were blazing. “What’s the matter? Do you want me to use some special techniques on you to get you to speak?” He didn’t even need Leslie to fess up. Seeing the look on his grandson’s face, he knew he had guessed it right—it had to be this little b*stard who caused the trouble!
His words sent a shudder of fear through Leslie. At first, he had made up a story in his mind, but now, he dared not lie anymore. In the end, he made a clean breast of everything that had happened.
“Scoundrel! You’re nothing but a scoundrel!”
Slap!
Quentin slapped Leslie hard across the face while trembling all over with rage. All they did was block your way! Did you have to go so far as to kick them? What the hell is wrong with you? You think you’re special because you have legs? What’s more, the person you kicked was a lady! Are you even a man? What did the Yam Family do wrong to end up having a scum like you! If possible, I wish I never had this grandson! What the f*ck! “Get out! Get out of my face—now!” The sight of this useless grandson alone drove him mad. It’s all Harley’s fault for spoiling him!
So, it’s not unjustified for that Thomas guy to hit Leslie. And now, what bothers me is this: what is so great about Thomas that made Quincy defend him like this? Even if he’s a skilled fighter, it may not be enough for him to get in Quincy’s good books.
Meanwhile, Thomas was having the most awkward dinner of his life in his rented home. Chloe and Adam sat together, the former eating quietly with her head down, whereas sitting on Thomas’ left and right were Olivia and Molly, respectively.
In fact, when Thomas and Olivia first returned to his rented home, it was Molly who had volunteered to answer the door. She had wanted to give the man a surprise, but she never thought Olivia would be standing next to him. I wanted to make use of this opportunity to spend more time with Thomas, but now the opportunity is gone. The surprise has turned into a shock instead.
Olivia was startled, too. She couldn’t figure out why Molly was also here. Isn’t here the home of Chloe, Thomas’ sworn sister? Considering the occasion, however, she refrained from asking the question then and there.
Chloe was also shocked by Olivia’s arrival. She knew Thomas was Olivia’s chauffeur and seemed to be on good terms with her, but she never thought he would bring her home directly. Seriously, why didn’t Thomas tell me beforehand that he’d bring an outsider with him? What annoyed her most was the way Olivia looked at Thomas. The look in her eyes was so tender and loving. As a woman, Chloe was positive that Olivia also had feelings for Thomas. Wouldn’t this become a love triangle with Molly included? No, it’s a love quadrangle with me included!
Only now did she understand why Thomas had looked reluctant when she had tried to set him up with Molly back then. Turns out it’s because he has the Most Beautiful Female Entrepreneur in Irieson around him. No wonder he was reluctant at the time. Molly is also pretty, but she can’t hold a candle to Olivia. What about me, then? What choice will he make between Olivia and me?
