Norton looked up, his brows furrowing in mild confusion.
When he saw Nathan who was in a thick woolen overcoat, he was surprised and didn’t immediately realize that this was his grandson.
“You do look somewhat better now that you have someone taking care of you. I like your outfit. It looks good on you.” Norton studied his grandson with a pensive glint in his eye, and smiled in relief.
Nathan, said nothing in reply. He simply stood there with a blank face.
“Have a seat.”
Norton took a deep breath as if to brace himself. He spent the next few seconds rubbing the head of his cane, contemplating, hesitating.
At last, he spoke up.
“I called you here today because someone wants to meet with you and apologize in person. You can say that I am acting as the mediator in this situation.”
Nathan, who had barely settled down on the sofa, frowned.
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Sensing his sudden tension, Norton cleared his throat and called out, “Please come in.”
Santos came forward from one of the sitting rooms, his face solemn and a little morose.
Brinleigh trailed behind him, his head hung in shame. The injuries from the beating he had received were almost healed by now.
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Nathan didn’t bother glancing up at them, though he had already guessed who their visitors were. His expression had gone cold, and a dangerous look had entered his eyes.
He silently poured himself a cup of tea without acknowledging the guests, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.
Santos gingerly walked across the room and sat across from Nathan. He greeted Norton with an awkward smile and followed it up with a few platitudes. Then he turned to Nathan and asked, “Hello, Nathan. How have you been doing these days.”
Nathan did not respond. He had no intention of showing these people any courtesy, not even a fake one.
There was a soft thud as Norton gently stamped his cane on the floor.
“Come now, Nathan. Is this the sort of attitude you should be having in front of your elders? Hurry and greet our guests.”
“Am I supposed to show virtue toward an elder who has none? Someone who raised his children to be veritable degenerates? I’m not sure that he is even worthy of being considered an elder.”
“Nathan!” Brinleigh burst out. Regardless of all that had transpired, he refused to let Nathan insult his father like this.
But Santos himself didn’t seem to mind it.
“It’s all right.”
He had a humble expression and a kind smile as he turned to Nathan.
“We will not deny it. Brinleigh was indeed at fault for… the incident. I have punished him for that, in a way that would ensure he does not repeat the same mistake in the future. Now, we have come here to offer our sincere apologies. If you think that this is not enough, you are free to punish him yourself. You can beat him as much as you want. I promise you that I will not protest at all.”