Gone With the Quiet Wind

Excuses

I was determined to uncover the truth and give Bruce justice. There was surveillance in the hospital room, but Leon had deliberately positioned himself so that he blocked most of the camera's view. All that could be seen was his back as he leaned in and said something.

Bruce flew into a rage right after that and coughed up blood.

Leon immediately defended himself, "I only told him to take care of his health. Who would've thought the old man would hit me? I'm the real victim here."

It was such a lame, flimsy excuse; I didn't believe a word of it.

My grandfather would never act so rashly.

Leon must have said something to him. I grabbed him by the neck as I roared, "What exactly did you say? Who allowed you to visit my grandfather? Who do you think you are?"

He put on a pitiful expression, but there was clear provocation hidden in his eyes.

My grandfather was my only kin. I lost it and slapped him right then and there.

Leon clearly didn't expect it and screamed in shock.

We ended up fighting in a corner of the hospital, but he couldn't beat me. Blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The noise attracted a crowd, and Jolene finally pulled me away from Leon.

She actually slapped me in a fit of rage and impulse. "Look at yourself. What are you even doing? You're acting like a madman."

Tears still fell uncontrollably.

I had spent my entire life maintaining the image of a composed, elite heir. I didn't want to lose control like this. Still, that was my grandfather fighting for his life in there. I simply couldn't stay rational. It was the first time Jolene had ever seen me like this.

She tried to act magnanimously and end the situation. "Let's end this here. No more arguing."

I looked at her in disbelief, my voice turning sharp as I spat, "Jolene, don't forget. My grandfather once saved your life."

Leon, who was still gasping for breath, was also dissatisfied with her words. "He beat me up so badly. This isn't over."

Jolene handed him a black card as compensation.

When she turned back to me, there was finally a hint of guilt in her eyes.

"Yes. Leon's visit was inappropriate, but he didn't have bad intentions. You already beat him up. I'll make it up to Bruce later," she said. "However, I won't allow you to question Leon like this. You have no proof he did anything wrong."

I staggered away from her, my face flushed with anger. "Jolene, I regret ever meeting you in this life."

I swore I'd find the evidence if it were the last thing I did.

This was all my fault—I had let my guard down. I never thought Leon would be shameless enough to target my grandfather.

Jolene frowned, but I slapped that right off her face the very next second. No one could ever slap me and get away with it, especially not her.

Just then, a nurse rushed over. "Who is Bruce's grandson? The patient wants to talk to you. Please come with me."