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    In the study, Nigel sat on the sofa. Nigel poured a cup of water for his grandson and personally brought it to him.


    "Thank you, Grandpa."


    Justin hurriedly took it with both hands. His demeanor was rather upright and solemn, showing no sign of weakness or illness.


    He held the cup in his right hand, supporting the base of the cup with his left hand. He elegantly sipped the tea, disying the refined manners of a noble young man.


    "Justin, does your injury still hurt?" Nigel asked with concern.


    "It''s nothing serious, just superficial wounds."


    In reality, Justin was somewhat affected by his old injuries.


    He often felt congested in his chest, but he concealed it exceptionally well.


    Justin smiled brightly and said, "Grandpa, don''t worry. Your grandson is not that weak. I''ve been a soldier, after all."


    "If you''re not that weak, why didn''t you resist? Your father clearly attacked you under the instigation of that vixen, Shannon. It was unreasonable. Why didn''t you snatch the whip from him and p it across Shannon''s face?" Nigel asked indignantly.


    This was the question he wanted to ask Justin when he called him over this time.


    Justin lowered his eyes, gazing at his reflection in the cup.


    Unexpectedly, he remained silent.


    After a while, Nigel frowned and asked with a heart-wrenching voice, "Child, you are my grandson, the bloodline of the Salvador family. Do you still feel that you owe something to the family?"


    Justin''s sharp eyebrows twitched. He pressed his thin lips tightly together, a bitter expression settling on his face.


    When he was 5 years old, he and his mother, who was on the brink of death due to illness, struggled to survive.


    They suffered countless hardships in the filthy and foul-smelling slums.


    One night, amidst a raging storm, a luxurious car forcefully intruded into his dark world. The dpidated roof was leaking from all sides. The wooden door was effortlessly pushed open from the outside without a key.


    At that time, the young Justin sat by the bedside, feeding water to his nearly lifeless mother.


    Back then, Gregory was young, handsome, and full of vitality.


    He wore a meticulously tailored suit. When he stepped into the room with his handmade leather shoes, not a single drop of water stained them.


    The young Justin looked at the man, who seemed like a god descending from the heavens. He only had one thought amid his astonishment.


    "Sir! I beg you, please save my mother!"


    Gregory strode to the bedside. Upon seeing Justin''s unconscious mother, his eyes turned crimson, and he embraced her with tears in his eyes.


    "Mary... Mary... I''m sorry, I came toote. I''vee to pick you up... Our son too."


    Justin could never forget the deep affection that Gregory had when he brought his mother back to the Salvador family.


    His love was as deep as the ocean, and he was determined to marry no one else but her.


    Gregory disregarded family pressure and public opinion. He even let his illegitimate child be included in the family tree.


    Justin couldn''t understand. Did Gregory truly love his mother? If Gregory had loved her so much, he wouldn''t have fallen for someone else. His mother would not have endured the torment of depression, leading to her tragic leap from the rooftop.


    Justin often questioned himself. If his mother were to die, was it better to die on that rainy night gued by illness or die heartbroken? Which was even more unfortunate?


    "Child, you don''t owe anything to the family. It''s the Salvador family that owes you," Nigel said as he patted Justin''s shoulder. His heart ached as tears welled up in his eyes. "It was all my fault for the tragedy back then. I knew your father was very fond of your mother, but at that time, Salvador Corporation faced a global economic crisis. Our assets were drastically reduced, and there were several major projects underway domestically that were forced to halt. There was a constant risk of the financial chain breaking. Therefore, I had to let your father enter into a business alliance with the Fowler family in Milford, allowing him to marry I Fowler, who is also your elder brother''s mother."


    Nigel continued, "Child, it''s all Grandpa''s fault. I made you suffer so much when you were young, Grandpa feels guilty."


    "Grandpa, you''re not wrong. What you did back then was for the greater good. I understand that you had your reasons," Justin said.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Justin was ming Gregory. Nigel saw through Justin''s thoughts and sighed in frustration.


    "I didn''t resist because of my elder brother. Before he left Savrow to recuperate in Meridan, he specifically instructed me not to strain my rtionship with Gregory for his sake."