"I'm sorry..."
The elderly man stood up tremblingly and picked up his walking stick next to him, slowly leaving.
"Grandpa Carmichael!"
Harvey Martin, who was sitting beside Julius Reed, froze the moment she saw the old man's face.
"Get lost! You decrepit, worthless old cripple!"
The people pushed the old man aside and quickly took their seats at the table.
"Grandpa Carmichael, come sit here."
Harvey Martin looked at the long knife in their hands and didn't stir up any trouble.
Although she was very angry, she didn't want to implicate Julius Reed.
After all, this group of people clearly wasn't one to be trifled with.
And if something really happened, it would be easy to implicate Grandpa Carmichael as well.
"Harvey Martin? What are you doing here?"
The old man shuffled over and slowly took a seat next to Harvey Martin.
"I'm here to get medicine for grandma."
