"Stop!" Quinton looked at Timothy suspiciously, and abruptly aimed the gun toward Timothy's head.Angry, Renee tried to stop him. "Quinton, put the gun down! You can't be rude to Grandpa!" Stefan rushed over angrily and warned Quinton coldly, "You can't make a scene here! Put the gun down, or you'll be sorry!""Humph! It's been a long time, my ex-brother-in-law." Quinton didn't want to move his gun away from Timothy. He grinned wickedly at Stefan. "Looks like this old man is very important to you. I can't let him go easily. If not, I can't control you.""Quinton!" Renee frowned, livid. "You can joke about anyone except Grandpa. He's a very dear friend our late grandfather trusted the most. We should respect him. It's your business that you can't get along with Stefan. Don't pull Grandpa into this mess!"Renee knew Quinton was crazy, but he wasn't one to run out of control. He aimed the gun at Timothy not because he wanted to harm the latter, but to make himself seem more powerful
"Shut up!" Stefan roared.He was standing nearby and he couldn't bear Quinton's perception about his grandfather, whom he respected the most. "You're mentally ill!" he roared. "Just because you're insane, doesn't mean everyone else is. You're petty-minded enough to misunderstand an innocent gentleman." "Who's the gentleman? Who's petty?" Quinton snarled. He was furious, but he put back his gun in the holster around his waist. Then, he boldly confronted Stefan. "Do you see yourself as a gentleman? If you were, why did you cheat on your wife and abandon your family? If you were, why did you persuade an ignorant girl to betray the man she relied on to defeat me?"Stefan, you're the mighty Master Hunt and the president of Hunt Enterprise. You're glorious and oh-so amazing. You look down on everyone. And yet, you've done a lot of nasty and vulgar things. You have no right to criticize me for being petty!"Despite Quinton's words, Stefan remained calm."Yes, you're right," he sai
"That's enough, Stefan!" Renee pushed Stefan away. She could no longer tolerate him. He had grown harsher and colder than when Renee first knew him. He even used such words to harm her closest family. He was inconsiderate toward her feelings, and it broke her heart.Speechless, Quinton stood where he was in a trance. He wasn't as fierce as he had been before. Instead, he seemed sullen and thoughtful."Let's go, Quinton." Renee felt she could no longer stay there, and grabbed Quinton's hand to leave with him."Okay," Quinton answered softly. He acted like a mental patient who had suddenly regained his wits. His obedience gave rise to sympathy from others."Grandpa, we're leaving. Quinton was rude today because he was worried about me. I hope you won't take it to heart. We'll visit you another day," Renee said, bowing deeply to Timothy to express her apology.Nevertheless, Quinton was her family. She would never distance him or cut him off. Hence, she would bear the consequences a
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
"It isn't your fault," Quinton said. He shook his head and glanced at Renee, who was following him. A long sigh escaped him. "Stefan is annoying, but after some thought, I think some of his words made sense."Renee frowned, and stopped herself from complaining. Instead, she asked, "Which part?" If she remembered correctly, Stefan spouted a lot of messy nonsense. To her, none of them were logical. She wondered why Quinton would come to think that way, given that he always regarded Stefan as his enemy. "He said I'm crazy, and that I'll only bring you trouble. I should stay away from you for your sake." Quinton frowned, looking forlorn. He said gloomily, "Maybe I should. Do you think I should go away to work, and you and the kids return to Sun Island?""Quinton! What rubbish is that?" Renee retorted. Seeing Quinton so disappointed and blaming himself, she felt very sorry for him. "Even if I want to go back to Sun Island, I'm taking you with me. If not, I would've long gone t
It was especially useful when one's thoughts or directions were muddled, or when the stress was too much. That logic was a clear lamp that could help one see their future.In short, it would be better to pinpoint problems in others instead of stressing oneself out.For a very long time, Renee was engulfed by her failed relationship with Stefan. She acted like Quinton and kept reflecting on herself. She wondered what she could have done better, or if she wasn't good enough. She thought she was the reason Stefan didn't love her.But before long, she saw things through.Stefan rejected her because there was something wrong with him. Their relationship wasn't blessed, thus she couldn't be with him.She could be charming and unique if she wanted to. Even if she lost Stefan, she could simply find another man. And even if she stayed single, she still could lead a happy life.Hence, she happily went to Sun Island though she was pregnant. There, she lived several free and happy years.As
Renee and Quinton were soon back at Everheart Manor."Ms. Ren, where did you go last night? We were worried sick! We thought something happened to you!" Margaret said.She was pacing to and fro at the door. When she noticed Quinton's car, she immediately went over. Her worry, which had lasted for one night, was eased the moment she saw Renee get out of the car."I'm sorry, Margaret. I had a little alcohol last night and passed out. I slept for a night at my friend's house." Renee looked into the manor, concerned about the two children. "Where are Adie and Abby? Were they worried sick last night?" "I told them you went on a business trip and would come home today. They're already in school." Margaret smoothed her chest as if she had just exited a stimulating roller-coaster. Her legs were a little weak. "Luckily, you came back. They won't pester me and demand an answer tonight. It's hard to fool them since they're so smart.""Thank you so much, Margaret. Alcohol is awful! I promise
For the time being, Margaret believed Renee's explanation. At the same time, she raised a key problem. "Yes, I want to know that too. Did he touch you?" Quinton joined in.At first, he was walking briskly into the manor. When he heard Margaret's direct question, he stopped. He was all ears. "No!" Renee denied firmly. "He wasn't that bold. Plus, I have my limits. But…""But what?" Both Quinton and Margaret asked at the same time. "I slept in his bed last night. I seemed to have vomited on his bed and made him clean up my mess late at night." At that point, Renee smiled happily as if she had gotten away with her prank. Although she was drunk last night, she remembered some things. If she wasn't mistaken, she vomited on Stefan. It was a serious punishment for him, since he attached great importance to cleanliness. She had taken revenge on him for having an affair. "Yes, that's good! We shouldn't respect him since he's a scumbag!" Margaret sounded excited. "You can torture hi