Roy Lewis fell silent for a moment, then said to the old man.
"Grandpa, I told you, that was his last chance!"
The old man sighed deeply.
"Roy, I don't blame you. On the contrary, I owe you, Richelle and the children an apology. If I hadn't been indecisive and thought giving him another chance would make a difference, then he would..."
No matter how unforgivable he was, in the end, he was still the old man's own grandson, and the old man couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
His hoarse voice was clearly tinged with sadness.
"Grandpa, it's not your fault. He's an adult and should take full responsibility for his actions."
The old man nodded, "I know. That's why when his mother came to plead for him, hoping the police wouldn't pursue the case and just bring him back as usual, I refused her."
Roy Lewis fell silent for a moment.
"Grandpa, don't blame me. If you had seen Tifanny in his arms on the rooftop, I think you would've made the same decision as I did!"
