Despite the fact that Isaac was undoubtedly a cold-blooded and ruthless man, or the fact that he was completely at odds with the entire Johnston family at the moment, Robin was still his grandfather.

Lilith could not imagine Isaac not having any sort of affection left toward the man who had raised him.

Hence, she was confident that Robin's intervention would guarantee Travis' salvation.

Unfortunately for her, things would not go as she expected.

Isaac glanced over, perfectly composed, even as he saw that it was Robin.

He wasn't the Least bit bothered by the old man's presence.

Robin slowly approached with the help of a walking stick. He was clearly not doing well, regardless of the efforts exerted by his legion of doctors. His health was at its most fragile, and it showed in his face.

"Isaac," Robin said, his tone humble and pleading.

He didn't sound like an elder at all, much less the family patriarch. Instead, he spoke like someone who had realized his mistakes and had now come to ask for forgiveness.

And Robin did regret everything he had done.

Back then, he had made the wrong decision.

He shouldn't have turned against Isaac. If anything, he should have utilized their familial ties in order to guide his grandson toward the right path. If only he had been patient, things might not have turned out this way.

Sadly, it was all in the past. There was no coming back.

“Iam sick. In dire condition. I'm afraid I don't have many days left. Travis is still your cousin—"

No sooner had Robin spoke than Isaac turned to his car. His chauffeur immediately opened the door to the backseat, and Isaac wasted no time getting in.

He didn't even let Robin finish.

“Isaac..

“Mr. Johnston!" Stevie rushed forward and tried to stop Isaac from leaving. "Please spare us a moment and listen to what the old master has to say."

Stevie, too, hoped that he would be forgiving toward Travis, if only for their grandfather's sake.

After all, at the end of the day, they were still family.

And since Isaac was the one at an advantage, it was only right for him to concede.

Both he and Travis were still Johnstons, regardless of all that had transpired.

As a loyal servant, Stevie didn't want to witness the younger generation tearing each other apart.

“Mr. Johnston, please," he begged. But Isaac never faltered. He slammed the car door closed. "Drive," he ordered the chauffeur.

“Mr. Johnston." Stevie tried to stop him again, but the car sped away in the next instant, leaving them in the dust.