CHAPTER 587: IF POSSIBLE, I PLAN TO GET THINGS DONE BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR.

Laying Titus Zane on the bed, Alder Locke also sat down at the bedside.

Gazing at the woman’s beautiful features, his downward gaze failed to hide the gloom on his face.

Raising his hand, his palm gently caressed Titus Zane’s face. He used to flit among the flowers, never believing in love at first sight, but when it came to Titus Zane, he truly found her unforgettable from the first glance.

Perhaps this woman had magic; even her unconscious gestures moved his heart.

When he found out that their elder relatives had been family friends for generations, he didn’t know how excited he was.

To satisfy his grandfather, he even agreed to the harsh conditions his grandfather proposed: after getting married, he would return to the military...

"Why can’t you see the good in me?" Looking at Titus Zane’s calm sleeping face, Alder Locke’s brows were deeply knit. "Why won’t you give me a chance..."

She keeps saying that man is good to her, but if they had met earlier, none of the dangers that followed would have occurred.

He would have sheltered her under his wings, sweeping away those pernicious factors before they ever approached her.

Hearing the sounds of fighting ceasing downstairs, Alder Locke stood up, adjusted Titus Zane’s blanket, and then turned to leave the room.

Call him selfish or despicable if you will, but such is society: only with the ability can you possess everything you want.

Standing at the doorway of Samuel Zane’s room, Alder Locke knocked lightly, "Grandfather Zane, may I come in?"

"Come in." The response sounded devoid of energy. Alder Locke pushed the door open to see the old man still seated in the chair, holding a yellowed photo, his expression filled with sorrow.

Alder Locke closed the door gently behind him, walked to Samuel Zane’s back, rested his hands on the old man’s shoulders, and spoke with a heavy voice.

"Grandfather Zane, don’t be sad. Titus is just being a bit irrational. Please don’t take it to heart."

"Ah," Samuel Zane sighed, put the photo back into the drawer, turned around and said, "You’re more understanding. If I leave Titus Zane in your care, I’ll be at ease."

Alder Locke stepped back and sat on the bed, "Grandfather Zane, now that things have come to this, it’s not appropriate for Titus to continue living here. I plan to take Titus home to meet my parents, and if possible, I would like to settle the matter before the New Year."

"So soon?"

Samuel Zane looked up in surprise, as Alder Locke looked down and gave a bitter smile, "Grandfather Zane, to be honest, I’m worried that delay may bring more problems, so that’s why... Maybe Titus is not ready to accept me for the time being, but I have a lifetime to let her slowly recognize my worth..."

Samuel Zane nodded, "Let’s discuss this when your uncle comes back."

When Titus Zane woke up, it was already quite late. Her mind preoccupied with Nathan Moore, she got up and searched for her phone to call Nathan Moore.

After searching around, she remembered that her phone had always been in her pocket. She hastily took it out and called Nathan Moore.

Meanwhile, in the hotel room, Nathan Moore, having taken a shower upon returning, had been leaning on the sofa ever since, the room now completely shrouded in darkness, with no lights turned on, like a statue motionless on the couch.

The men he had fought with were professionally trained, leaving only a slight bruise at the corner of his lips, with no marks anywhere else on his body. However, only he knew the real pain when the fists repeatedly struck his abdomen.

His insides felt like they were being wrung together, the pain so intense that he could not even cry out.

After returning, Nathan Moore thought through the afternoon. Although the Zane family had power, he could use the power of public opinion to seek justice for himself.

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