"As the saying goes, 'A father is to blame if a child is not taught well.' His father died early, and I didn't teach him well. If you want to hit someone, hit me instead!"
General Taylor couldn't bear to see his little grandson being hit. He played the elderly card, thinking that considering his age, Adrian would be hesitant to lay a hand on him?
Surprisingly, Kevin didn't dodge. He just watched Claire crying loudly, looking somewhat stunned and at a loss for what to do.
Actually, seeing her cry so much, Kevin was quite happy because he had been worried she'd end up like her parents, dead.
General Taylor, however, thought his little grandson was scared, so he embraced the boy, using his body to shield him from all of Adrian's advances.
"Just hit him a couple of times, okay? Look, you've scared him."
Adrian threw his clothes back onto the bed, still fuming, and instructed Sally, "Go get me a dose of an adult tranquilizer."
"Yes, Sixth Master!"
