Chapter 812 - 811: Sorry for Lying to You (5)

Chapter 812: Chapter 811: Sorry for Lying to You (5)

"What injustice does that brat feel?" The old man snorted, clearly unwilling to forgive Damian. "I’ve lost such a good granddaughter-in-law through no fault of my own—that’s the real injustice."

Bella Acker sighed, "Sir, President Sinclair values family above all else. This must make him really upset."

"Why doesn’t he think about how upset you are?" The old man still wouldn’t relent.

Bella Acker suddenly froze upon hearing this.

The old man kept watching her expression change and immediately said, "Young Acker, don’t worry about this issue. We can just go back to how things were before. You can treat me as a friend, a grandfather; we’ll do our own thing and ignore that brat. Let him fend for himself. I’ve already informed his parents that he’s neither to be seen nor contacted. From now on, The Sinclair Family will act as though he doesn’t exist."

Bella Acker heard this and grew a bit anxious, "Sir, you don’t have to go to such lengths to give me justice; President Sinclair... he’s already done his best. It’s not his fault."

"It’s not his fault? Are we to blame you then?" The old man sighed, "Young Acker, you’re just too kind-hearted. Men can’t be indulged like this, or they’ll become spoiled."

At this moment, she resembled the old man’s own granddaughter more, while Damian Sinclair seemed like the one picked up off the street.

Still, hearing the old man defend her in this way, Bella Acker felt somewhat touched.

"Sir, I know your good intentions, but..."

Bella Acker hadn’t finished speaking when the old man suddenly grimaced, clutching his leg in pain, "Aiyo aiyo..."

"Sir, what’s wrong? Is the wound hurting?" Bella Acker was taken aback and immediately got up to check on his leg.

But since the old man’s leg was wrapped in gauze, she couldn’t see much, and worried that her touch might accidentally hurt him, she didn’t dare use much strength.

"It’s times like these when the wound pains terribly, aiyo." The old man seemed in great pain but deliberately endured it, making it hard for Bella Acker to tell if he was truly hurting or just playing the sympathy card.

Bella Acker gently supported his leg, saying, "Sir, is there a family doctor available?"

"There is, but he went home today; his wife’s having a baby." The old man frowned deeply, "Young Acker, don’t worry. It’ll pass soon."

"Does this happen every day? Just how bad was the fall?" Bella Acker looked at the old man enduring the pain, feeling some concern.

"The bone is misaligned and has a slight fracture. At my age, it’s not easy to heal as it was when I was younger. It’ll take some time; no use rushing." The old man sighed, "Time spares no one. As I get older, my health deteriorates. My only wish now is for the children in the family to live happily. But that brat is so useless, just thinking about him makes my liver hurt with anger."

As he spoke, the old butler came over with the mobile phone, whispering, "Master, Young Master Sterling has called again."

"Don’t answer!" The old man waved dismissively with a stern face.

The old butler glanced at Bella Acker, a bit awkwardly, "Master, this is already Young Master Sterling’s fifteenth call. He cares about your injury; the poor guy even stood outside all night, but you won’t let him in. Now that things have come to this, please just answer his call and consider his filial piety."

Bella Acker listened on the side, knowing that Young Master Sterling referred most likely to Damian Sinclair.

Knowing the old man was injured, he stood outside all night without being able to enter. Was he extremely worried?