Ben Hunter finished scolding Connor, his cold gaze slowly lifted, fixing on Isabella Weaver: "Isabella."
Isabella Weaver quickly kneeled by Harry Hunter's side: "Grandfather, it's my fault."
Ben Hunter's voice was somewhat aged: "Harry was raised by me. In these twenty-six years, he's only defied the family twice: first was breaking off the engagement with Cherry Lewis, and second was marrying you."
"He's never been rebellious. The hardships he's endured are unimaginable to outsiders, and his excellence is unmatched! I never stopped him from marrying you because I hoped that, although he couldn't choose his birth, at least he could choose a companion, so his life wouldn't be like a walking corpse."
"However, if your existence endangers his life, then I would also make you disappear from this world!"
"Grandfather!"
Harry Hunter spoke indifferently: "It's not related to her, you can't harm her."
