"Nonsense—Dylan Wellington, has your brain gone bad? Even if you like Skye Brown so much, there should be a limit! She's just a woman. How can she be compared with the Wellington family, how can you let the Wellington family be buried with her!?"
Mr. Wellington's face darkened, his shrewd eyes like those of an eagle, imbued with a gloomy ferocity.
In his lifetime, he had weathered countless storms, but never had he been as disappointed and angry as he was at this moment.
This was his grandson, whom he had personally groomed.
The grandson he had high hopes for.
However, compared to Mr. Wellington's anger and resentment, Dylan Wellington appeared extremely calm.
His eyes were deep, his gaze calm yet firm.
