Jonathan also glanced at Ben, his eyes briefly noting traces of blood on his son's nose, hands, and shirt. "Patricia has a point, I don't think it would hurt if we also checked on this punk's condition," he replied in a flat voice, he didn't want to seem too concerned, even though this was a form of concern from him. Brow furrowed, accompanied by his angry expression, Anderson asked, "What is this, Jonathan? Are you defending this scoundrel?" His question was met with only a shake of the head from Jonathan. "He hurt Andrew, and now he's just pretending to be hurt. Don't mind him, without being checked, he'll still be fine," Anderson continued to convey his thoughts; which would never support Benjamin at all. Ben was silent with his undershirt covered in blood; blood that flowed from the nostrils he had wiped many times before. "No, Anderson! I'm just treating these two boys fairly, they're both adults, they know how to solve problems without us interfering. "What's more, this is

Those bad memories have passed.Currently, Benjamin was still sitting silently beside Margaret, staring at the comatose Anderson. He was still questioning how Jonathan felt about him.Margaret's face looked full of regret, she tried to convince Benjamin as much as she could.She gently touched her grandson's shoulder. "He doesn't hate you at all, he saved you," she said, earning a deep look from Ben."By kicking me out?" asked Benjamin, he still seemed to find it hard to believe.This old woman let out a long breath. "At the very least, you should listen to me first."Ben was silent with a disappointed look on his face.With tenderness, Margaret rubbed her grandson's shoulder once more. "Benjamin, I used to be the same as you, I was also confused about Jonathan's behavior. Until he finally explained everything to me and Patricia.“Ben, my dear, we were also disappointed at first, but after hearing all the reasons, we had to agree with his decisions and plans."What your father did all

"Why?" asked Benjamin, confused. He still hadn't gotten an explanation from Joseph's unfinished sentence that was still hanging.Meanwhile, Joseph's previously calm demeanor, now turned alert, he seemed to give the driver a code, while Benjamin did not know the meaning."Sir, fasten your seatbelt!" Joseph ordered again, a confused Ben could only follow, he didn't have a chance to ask many questions.The 65-year-old man stared and nodded at the man beside him, communicating non-verbally to the driver who was now driving at an above-average speed.Benjamin's eyes rounded, he screamed as their car hit the road divider quite hard.What happened? The driver hit the road divider, causing the front of their car to be slightly crushed.It's quite convincing that this accident was caused by a drowsy driver or possibly by someone under the influence of alcohol.Joseph paused for a moment, looking calm in his seat as he reached for the hand phone that was in the inner pocket of his suit.This ma

"What are you doing here?" asked Anderson, the old man now standing at the door of his private room, which he didn't know some people had been there for a long time. He looked angry, but his voice wasn't snapping. Andrew left Anderson's table and walked towards his grandfather; this 74-year-old man was now also making his way towards him. "Nothing, I was just waiting for grandpa," Andrew replied with a big smile. The tapping sound of his cane on the floor accompanied Anderson's steps to the table, and he quickly sat down in his chair. His face actually showed a serious look, looking a little unfriendly with a sharp gaze as usual. "Shouldn't you be at the accident location? Why are you even here and waiting for me? It's a waste of time," he said firmly. This old man's eyes traveled to the shiny surface of his desk, revealing traces of something, and he didn't like it very much. "I-I..." Andrew wanted to speak, but was cut off by Anderson again, with a different topic of conversat

Andrew chuckled, half in amusement, half in frustration. “Does granpa always have to place stalkers around me? Aren't you tired, Anderson? I'm mature enough to do as I please,” he said slowly with a low voice. He smiled, but his expression also frowned. "It's just a small matter. Isn't it easy for you to handle? Why do you treat me like this? I'm tired," he said boldly, now showing an expression of anger. Anderson let out a long sigh. “This is for your own good, Andrew. I've made it clear: I want you to focus on your ambitions and not do anything foolish, except for what I specifically instruct you to do,” he said firmly, unwilling to be contradicted. However, this 29-year-old man now seemed to have lost his fear. Perhaps he was still influenced by last night's intoxication. “Stop treating me like I'm a puppet, I know what I need to do. I'm an adult man!" Andrew snapped. This old man couldn't accept what his grandson was doing now; his eyes widened. “What? Are you shouting at me n