'Eleanor, do you think I'd still believe a word you say?'
'Do you think I'd still care if you live or die?'
'Impossible. Absolutely impossible...'
Seeing that Archie Lockwood seemed to have something on his mind, Julius Lockwood frowned and said in a low voice, "Archie, if you have company business to attend to, you can head back."
"It's nothing," Archie Lockwood said coldly.
"Really? It's nothing? Archie, do you take me for a senile old man?"
Archie Lockwood clenched his fists and turned to face Master Lockwood, his gaze fixed on him. "Actually, there is something I need to say. I want to... renounce my claim to the Lockwood Family inheritance."
"Why? Archie, are you still holding a grudge against me?" Julius Lockwood hadn't expected his son to say such a thing, and his face filled with shock and pain.
"I don't want to bring up the past. Do you know why you're lying in this bed? It's because of that damned will of yours."
