Connor Grant squinted slightly upon hearing this, sizing up Old Master Grant, just as the old man's temper was about to erupt. He leisurely began, "Grandpa, my brother is bedridden right now, and my sister-in-law is taking care of him. You didn't even ask about these circumstances and just demanded that they both come to the old house. Tell me, are you really our grandfather?"
No matter if it's a scrape or a gunshot wound, my brother is a bona fide patient!
Old Master didn't bother asking about my brother and sister-in-law's safety, and immediately ordered me to rush them over here without a hint of compassion for his own grandsons.
Old Master Grant angrily slammed his cane, but looking at his insolent grandson and hearing his questioning, he couldn't find words to retort for a moment.
The old man glared with wide eyes, panting heavily, but none of the three people standing before him stepped forward to say anything.
