Chapter 466: Chapter 466



“Adrian, your father once held me in high regard,” Stephen said smoothly. “Since I’ve taken the time to visit you personally, surely you wouldn’t deny me this measure of respect?”

Adrian lowered his fists slowly. Moments later, he found himself seated inside Stephen’s van, the vehicle heading towards the hospital with Callan following closely behind in another car.

The partition in the van rose, isolating Adrian and Stephen so they could speak privately. Stephen broke the silence. “I cradled you when you were just a child.”

Adrian had no patience for small talk. “Get to the point.”

Stephen straightened up, his gaze fixed on Adrian. “What are your thoughts on my granddaughter?”

“Mila Finch?” Adrian replied, his tone cold.

“Yes.”

Adrian retorted sharply, “She’s foolish.”

Stephen’s expression darkened, his displeasure evident. “Who are you calling foolish?”

Adrian rested his chin on his hand, his eyes fixed thoughtfully on the window, as the tension in the van thickened.

Time was of the utmost importance, and with Adrian being so obstinate, Stephen could ill afford to waste it on trivial disputes.

“Adrian, I’ll be straightforward,” Stephen began. “Joelle isn’t the person she once was. Why not consider giving my granddaughter a chance?”

Adrian’s apathetic expression remained unchanged. “Did Mila send you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Adrian locked eyes with him. “I have already shown you a measure of respect out of deference to my father. If you try to instigate discord between Joelle and me again, I will drive the Finch family out of Illerith.”

“Are you trying to intimidate me?” Stephen said, incredulously. “I’m trying to discuss this amicably. What’s with this attitude? Being admired by my granddaughter should be a privilege for you. You were once married and even have a child. My granddaughter is fond of you, and yet you choose Joelle over her?”

Adrian frowned. “What’s wrong with Joelle?”

He didn’t pose it as a question, but Stephen chose to disregard it entirely.

Stephen scoffed, “My granddaughter surpasses her in every way.”

“Then maybe there’s something wrong with your eyes,” Adrian retorted.

“Adrian Miller!” Stephen growled, now visibly enraged. “What’s wrong with my granddaughter?”

“I already told you, she’s foolish. If you want specifics, she’s lacking in every way. Satisfied?” Adrian said bluntly.

Stephen clutched his chest as if he were on the verge of a heart attack, gasping for breath.

Adrian, now losing patience, rifled through Stephen’s pocket, looking for his medication. Just as he was about to administer it, Stephen swatted his hand away with surprising force.

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