An outsider listening in might have thought Hunter was cursing a sworn enemy rather than his daughter.

Darren strode forward, his expression icy, until he stood directly in front of Hunter.

The old man faltered mid-rant, momentarily silenced by the younger man’s intimidating aura. However, he then jutted out his chin defiantly, glaring up at Darren with a mix of bravado and wariness.

“Y-you—what do you want?”

Darren’s voice was steely cold. “Mr. Clark, your sons are in prison. Your grandchildren are minors. Your daughters-in-law want nothing to do with you. So tell me—who exactly is going to provide for you in your old age?

“And not long ago, Ms. Caroline already gave you a substantial sum for your living expenses.”

Hunter’s face twisted. “Y-you think you can threaten me with this? I-I have plenty of money! I don’t need her handouts!”

Despite his bluster, his earlier arrogance had visibly deflated. His voice, too, had shrunk to a mutter.

“Mr. Clark, my advice? Go home. Accept r