Chapter 267: Pour Me a Drink

The room fell silent, so quiet that you could hear each person's breath clearly. Grandfather's breathing was long and labored, while Emelia's breathing was heavier due to her emotional state. Vincent, on the other hand, breathed calmly like a still lake. If anyone in the room didn't care about Grandfather's life or death, it would be him. The more hypocritical someone is, the more they try to show how much they care. Franklin had tears and snot running down his face and almost wiped them onto his father's hand... While Emelia shouted that Kelvin didn't care about Grandfather, she failed to consider what a patient really needed: rest. Vincent played the role of a mediator standing between them with a calm smile on his face and pulled back an impulsive Emelia by her arm. "Emelia," he said calmly. "How can you talk to Kelvin like this? Kelvin rew up under Grandfather's guidance; how could he not care about Grandfather?" As he spoke these words, there was darkness in his eyes that fla