When he was young, every step he took was cautious, while the elderly man before him held the reins of his destiny.
Finally, the day came when he could take control of his own fate, only to realize that the other man had already grown old.
Although they were called grandfather and grandson, in reality, aside from their blood relation, there was little affection between them.
"I'm going to marry Rachel." Jeffrey's cold voice shattered the silence in the hospital room.
His tone was merely a statement of fact.
"Marry?" Old Master Gray chuckled lightly. "That woman is not worthy of the Gray family."
"Whether she's worthy or not is up to me to decide," Jeffrey replied coldly.
Old Master Gray snorted. "I heard you're trying to clear her name?"
Jeffrey's lips pressed into a thin line. He knew the old man had his sources.
Even while being hospitalized long-term, whatever was meant to be known, Old Master Gray likely knew it all.
