The room fell silent, so quiet that you could hear each person’s breath clearly. Grandfather’s breathing was long andbored, while Emelia’s breathing was heavier due to her emotional state. Vincent, on the other hand, breathed calmly like a stillke.


    If anyone in the room didn’t care about Grandfather’s life or death, it would be him. The more hypocritical someone is, the more they try to show how much they care. Franklin had tears and snot running down his face and almost wiped them onto his father’s hand…


    While Emelia shouted that Kelvin didn’t care about Grandfather, she failed to consider what a patient really needed: rest.


    Vincent yed the role of a mediator standing between them with a calm smile on his face and pulled back an impulsive Emelia by her arm.


    “Emelia,” he said calmly. “How can you talk to Kelvin like this? Kelvin rew up under Grandfather’s guidance; how could he not care about Grandfather?”


    As he spoke these words, there was darkness in his eyes that shed with hidden emotions.


    Emelia became even angrier and stood there pouting with crossed arms, muttering quietly, “I don’t see he cares!”


    She thought she muttered quietly enough for Kelvin not to hear her, but Kelvin heard every word loud and clear.


    He couldn’t be bothered exining himself nor did he want others watching him like some monkey disying its emotions for everyone else’s entertainment.


    At the bedside, Corey, who was Kelvin’s biological father, also looked over. There was a clear expression of displeasure in his eyes, and his face, rarely cold, now wore a stern look.


    “Kelvin,” Corey asked coldly “aren’t you going toe see your grandfather?”


    Kelvin walked out of the room without looking back; his voice low and hoarse echoed through space. “No need.”


    “You bastard!” Corey yelled after him. “How did I give birth to such an unfeeling monster! When your mother had her ident years ago, I knew then that you were heartless!”


    When his biological mother had been renderedatose before him, most other children would have already burst into tears. But Kelvin managed to maintain hisposure, instructing the doctors to expedite the hospitalization and reach a conclusion as soon as possible.


    This incident had always been a sore point for Corey. From a young age, his son had been distant from him, disying a rebellious streak seemingly ingrained in his character. Even when he was a child, he reluctantly followed his grandfather’s arrangements, but as he grew older and developed his own identity, no one in the family could control him.


    Taking over as the head of the Foley Group turned Kelvin’s cold disposition into that of an utterly ruthless and unfeeling monster. His mind was filled with nothing but the dirty and convoluted calctions of a typical businessman.


    Corey, on the other hand, had a deep appreciation for traditional values, cherishing the idea of a father’s kindness and a son’s filial piety. Looking at Kelvin’s demeanor, he feared that when his own deathbed approached, his son wouldn’t shed a single tear!


    For his own kin, Kelvin was apparently lesspassionate than he was for a stranger.


    “Heartless?” Kelvin mused on this word, a strong undertone of irony shing in his eyes, but quickly vanishing.


    How could Corey have the nerve to bring up his mother’s situation? Back then, wasn’t he supposed to understand why it happened better than anyone else? Kelvin didn’t say it, but he felt ashamed of it! He felt disgusted and even disdainful of himself for having such a sanctimonious father.


    Corey and Kelvin started arguing, and Franklin, for once, was delighted by the spectacle. However, he made his joy a little too obvious and pretended to pat his big brother on the shoulder, offering words offort. “Corey, don’t be too angry. Kelvin is all grown up now, and trying to discipline him further would just hurt his pride. Like Vincent, I stopped scolding him for anything after he turned eighteen. He handles things on his own.”


    Although this statement was meant to console Corey, it was also an indirect way of praising Vincent for being responsible and not making him worry.


    Incensed and emboldened by thisparison, Corey blurted out without thinking, “Hmph, I think Dad’s life’s work has been in vain. When he wakes up, we should let Vincent take care of some of thepany’s affairs.”


    Kelvin discreetly took a sharp breath, casting a final nce at hisatose grandfather before decisively turning away. “I have something else to attend to.”


    Kelvin’s abrupt departure left everyone in the room dissatisfied, especially Corey, who felt humiliated and increasingly disappointed in Kelvin.


    Between three and four in the morning, the streets were deserted, with only the streetlights illuminating the dark. A ck Rolls-Royce sped through the empty streets, its velocity so high that it tore through the air with a resonant, howling sound, akin to a white beast’s roar in the quiet night jungle.


    It brazenly ran several red lights and aimlessly raced through the obscurity of the night. Fortunately, it was just past 3 AM, or an ident was inevitable.


    After more than half an hour, at 4:10 AM, the ck luxury car came to a slow stop in front of an upscale vi. It parked beneath a canopy of trees, the lights off, and conveniently, one of the streetlights had just gone out, making this corner even darker.


    The man’s mood unexpectedly calmed down as he lowered the car window and looked at the window.


    Equally dark.


    She should be asleep, right?


    Kelvin suddenly pounded the steering wheel with his fist, identally pressing the horn, which red a loud sound.


    “Honk, honk…”


    His heart also skipped a beat with the horn, and he involuntarily looked at the window. In that moment, he felt guilty.


    However, seconds passed, and then a couple of seconds more, and the window remained in darkness. The boulder that had been hanging in Kelvin’s heart settled back into ce.


    After a brief rxation, a sense of restlessness surged like waves. His grandfather’s illness… maybe only she could try.


    But all he could hear in his mind was Cheyenne’s cold words, “Kelvin, let’s not see each other again.”


    She despised him so much…N?velDrama.Org content.


    Suddenly, as if recalling something, he reached out and picked up a luxuriously wrapped gift box from the car’s backseat. It was the pen that had been made, but he couldn’t find a reason to give it to her, so it had been sitting in the car for several days.


    He had heard from the craftsman about theplex and painstaking process of making it, and he couldn’t imagine how she made that pen for himself back then.


    After much contemtion, Kelvin decided to give her the pen. With only two hours until dawn, if he left it at the doorstep, she would see it when she opened the door.


    Just as he was about to get out of the car, Kelvin noticed a shadow emerging from the bushes. The person was dressed in ck, wearing a ck duckbill cap, and watching the Lawrence Vi’s entrance with unclear intentions.


    The night was too dark to make out the person’s face.