Zachary advised earnestly, “Please don’t get too worked up. You’re not getting any younger, so you should be more open-minded. Let your grandson live the life he wants…”
“You little brat! I’ll kill you…” Old Mr. Nacht growled, and a series of smacks could be heard.
Widening her eyes in shock, Charlotte felt her heart tightened as she covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound.
Did Zachary really get beaten up?
Was he…
“Look at you. It doesn’t even hurt at all. You must be getting old…” Zachary’s voice sounded with a tinge of amusement.
“You rascal… You…” Old Mr. Nacht was so furious that he started feeling out of breath.
“Grandpa! Are you okay? Where is your medicine?” Seeing that something was amiss, Zachary hurriedly asked him.
Then he yelled, “Somebody, come at once!”
Soon after, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard coming from the room next door.
Charlotte’s heart was racing as she paced around in her room.
Please be okay, Mr. Nacht. Or else I’ll really be in deep trouble.
“Grandpa, what’s wrong? Please don’t scare me. What is going on here? He was still fine just now!” Sharon’s anxious voice could be heard from the other room.
“Shut up!” Zachary bellowed.
Very quickly, silence ensued in the room. Shortly after, Zachary ordered, “Leave us.”
“Yes.” Everyone went out of the room after hearing his command.
Sharon said, “Grandpa, I’ll help you to your room.”
“I’ll do it.” Zachary volunteered as he walked to old Mr. Nacht’s front.
Old Mr. Nacht glared at Zachary and shouted, “Get lost, you brat! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Zachary lowered his voice and said, “I wouldn’t dare.”
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