What a sin, to actually blatantly threaten his own grandson.
"Rebellion, you dare threaten me!?" Ian Douglas's face turned ashen with rage, and his eyes almost spat fire.
Matthew Saxon chuckled, his expression calm and said slowly, "Grandfather, don't use such harsh words, how would I dare threaten you, sir."
"People outside all think of you as a terrifying person, they respect you, fear you, but that's because they don't understand you well enough. If they could, through some channels, know that your true character is actually kind-hearted and approachable, I think their impression of you would change tremendously.
"Grandfather, I'm just considering what's best for you, how could that be a threat?"
With each word Matthew Saxon spoke, Ian Douglas's face grew a shade darker.
When he finished his sentence, Ian Douglas's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes burned with anger, and the chill emanated from him.
