Harold suddenly realized that this young grandson of his was now a fully grown man.

“I’ve already lost your father. I didn’t want to lose my other two sons,” Harold answered in a trembling voice.

Adrian found Harold’s remark amusing. He got on his knees and pulled out the weeds that were growing around Henry’s grave. “You used my mother, my sister, and seven years of my life to exchange for a luxurious life for Leonard and Wilfred’s families.

“Harold, you did well. You did very well indeed.”

“W-Will you forgive me?” Harold asked, “Adrian, Cedric, and Jacob are already injured from you beating them up. I admit that I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I only did it for your two uncles.

“Can we go back to the way we were before?” Harold pleaded.

“I always thought that your father died from an illness. I only learned today that someone caused his death. If I had known, I would’ve looked into it. Rue didn’t tell me about any of this.”

Harold was still trying to defend himself.

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