No matter what, he was still the grandson he'd cared about for so many years—there were feelings involved.
The two of them just deadlocked like that for a long time, until Alexander Johnson finally spoke.
"Grandpa, what happened to Mom back then took place at Ansun Hospital. It's not like you don't know that."
"!"
Soren Johnson's hand, gripping the grand master's armchair, suddenly went still.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa. It's been so many years, and I've never been able to let it go. It's not that I haven't tried to persuade myself to move on, but every time I jolt awake in the dead of night, all I can see in front of me is Mom covered in blood."
Alexander went on speaking.
Now that things had come to this point, there was no need for him to hide anything.
"So you've been secretly building up your own strength all these years, just so one day you could avenge your mother, is that it?"
