Old Mr. Malone squinted his eyes at Ronald, a mix of surprise and contemplation in his gaze. "You really care about her that much?"
"Grandpa, she's not just someone I like, she's the closest person to me," Ronald said, catching the undercurrent of threat in the elder's tone. "If anything happens to her, I'd go to the ends of the earth to avenge her."
The cold determination in Ronald's eyes momentarily stunned Old Mr. Malone.
After a long pause, Old Mr. Malone looked away. "If you truly care for her, I suppose Lilith can make room for her."
Lilith was never one to hold petty grudges.
In the grand scheme of H city, where the wealthy families often harbored dark secrets, this arrangement wouldn't be the most peculiar.
"No."
Ronald shook his head firmly. "I can't accept that kind of marriage. It's not just an insult to her, but to me as well."
Seeing Ronald's resolve, Old Mr. Malone wanted to argue but, considering Ronald's commendable behavior over the years, he didn't want to make a scene. After a moment, he conceded, "I understand."
Ronald felt the issue was resolved. "Please, no more matchmaking."
Old Mr. Malone sighed, "Find time to bring her to me."
"That's not possible right now."
"You think I'd harm her?" Old Mr. Malone challenged.
Ronald hadn't considered that. "She's not my girlfriend... yet."
"You haven't won her over?"
A vein throbbed in Old Mr. Malone's temple.
"No," Ronald hesitated.
Leaving the Malone estate at eleven at night, Ronald knew Kari was still at the hospital.
He wanted to visit, but feared disturbing her rest.
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