"Titus, even if you aren’t fooling anyone, being with him is still not suitable, after all the previous relationship was awkward,"
Abigail Zimrman is a rational woman, so even in opposition, her advice was delivered in a gentle voice, unlike the sternness of the old man.
"Aunt, Nathan Moore loves very much, and I love him too, the two of us..."
"You’re just as stubborn as your mother was!" Titus hadn’t finished speaking when Samuel Zane interrupted him, glancing over with disdain, "Always ranting about free love and flaunting love, but what was the result? In the end, didn’t she stake her life in it!"
After speaking, he leaned back into the sofa, sighed while looking up, "Ah, it’s also my fault, your grandmother passed away early, there was only one girl, and I spoiled her rotten... As the old saying goes, ’spoiling a child is akin to killing a child,’ and this saying couldn’t be more correct. If I hadn’t been so indulgent, your mother might not have left us so soon."
The atmosphere beca silent due to Samuel Zane’s sudden lancholy.
Familial affection is so mysterious and inexplicable. Even though Titus had never t his mother, every ti she was ntioned, an inexplicable sadness would rise, and he lowered his gaze, his trembling eyelashes hiding the sorrow within.
Titus spoke with a faint voice, "Grandfather, my situation with mom... back then was different. Nathan Moore did hurt before, but in the end, he also saved . If it weren’t for him... your grandson might have already gone to join mom below."
Talking about it, Titus’s lips curled up with a hint of bitterness.
Perhaps, the harm Nathan Moore had caused before was all to make up for today’s rescue. Compared to the debt of saving a life, all the previous injuries seem negligible.
Hearing his grandson speak like this, Samuel Zane suddenly shot up from the sofa, turning his head to look at Titus, his breathing growing heavier with irritation, he scolded, "Stubborn to the bone! Just like your mother, won’t turn back unless facing a brick wall. Let make myself clear today; even if that boy saved your life, he was supposed to, after all, he forced my grandson to jump from the fourth floor... Humph, I haven’t even settled the score with him yet!"
After speaking, Samuel Zane got up, evidently infuriated by Titus, and before retreating to his own room, he left one more remark, "Even if you want to end up like your mother, desperately seeking death, I will not agree! Shacking up with your uncle-in-law, you may not find it shaful, but I do care about the Zane Family’s face!"
With that, he snorted coldly and headed to his room, supported by his cane.
Watching his grandfather’s retreating back, Titus felt helpless. His gaze returned, and he looked at Abigail Zimrman with a plea, "Aunt..."
"Good child," Abigail Zimrman enveloped Titus in an embrace, patting his back gently and soothingly, "Your grandfather also wants what’s best for you. If that man truly deserves your trust, this is also a test now. If he’s... not worth it, just let go."
"Aunt, I want to be with him," Titus said, hugging Abigail Zimrman, his voice filled with grievance.
Nathan Moore arrived in Capital City late at night, found a hotel in a hurry to settle his luggage, skipped dinner, and rented a car to rush to the family compound.
Although it was his own grandfather who had taken away Titus, Aunt Liu said he was forcibly taken, and the lady was really not willing to go back with them...
Not knowing if his girl had been frightened, he wanted to get there in the shortest ti possible, and moreover, to take his girl back ho.
Following the navigation’s instructions, he rushed all the way, and an hour later, Nathan Moore’s car stopped outside the family compound’s gate.
It was late, and the guards at the watchposts on both sides of the gate had withdrawn to the nearby duty room. The iron gates were closed tight, and the searchlight on the roof of the duty room shone directly onto the gates, making the words on the plaque hung on the wall very eye-catching.
"Unauthorized Personnel Keep Out"!
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