Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 778

"Colton, your grandfather's still not doing very well. Don't say anything you shouldn't," Anna entreated with worry.

Colton nodded and acknowledged plainly, "Got it, Mom."

Anna finally relaxed a little after getting her son's promise. There was barely ever a time she had to worry about Colton as he grew up.

At that, she looked up at him with hesitation to speak, but in the end, she decided to say nothing.

"I won't mention Nicole in front of Grandpa," Colton promised, seemingly having read his mother's thoughts.

Anna couldn't help sighing at his thoughtful answer. "I know you've always been very sensible, and I never had to worry about you. I've personally gotten to know Nicole as well. She's indeed a sweet girl. What's more, she gave birth to Hayden. I have no objections if you want to marry her, but with your grandfather's current condition…"

Colton nodded. He gazed tenderly at his mother and comforted her, "I know, Mom. Don't worry, for I know what to do."

"Good." Anna patted Colton's shoulder with relief. "Go on, head on inside."

With that, Colton nodded slowly and strode into Benedict's room.

Silence welcomed him as he pushed the door open. As the evening arrived, darkness began enveloping the world while a small bedside lamp lit up in Benedict's room, giving off a warm atmosphere.

Having been used to a brightly lit condition, Colton had some trouble adjusting to the dim room.

With that, he narrowed his eyes and only slowly approached Benedict after his vision had adjusted to the darkness.

Benedict was genuinely doing far worse than before. It was likely that he had been feeling sadness as his hoary face was enveloped in weariness.

He lifted his gaze slightly upon seeing Colton and spoke with a deep and hoary voice. "You're here."

After slowly arriving at Benedict's bedside, Colton glanced at his grandfather before finally nodding and humming in response.

"Have you been occupied with work lately?" Benedict's voice was a little hoarse.

Colton, on the other hand, bent over and helped his grandfather sit up against the headboard. After he was sure the elder was comfortable, he pulled the stool aside and finally answered, "Not really."

Though Benedict had gotten on in years, he used to traverse the business world when he was younger. Right then, he bore into Colton as though he could read minds.

That said, Colton wasn't the slightest bit ruffled, looking as composed as ever, and it wasn't until a long while later that Benedict continued asking, "You've cut ties with that Anderson girl, haven't you?"

Finally, a hint of emotion appeared on Colton's deadpan face. He didn't answer Benedict directly but only said as he gazed at his grandfather's obstinate face, "Nicole saved you once."

The memory seemed to have come to Benedict, but he denied it very quickly and answered, "It's because she saved me that I haven't done anything to her."

The elder was right. The Gardners were practically all-powerful within the country. Destroying someone was nothing more than just a snap of a finger for them.