Chapter 170: Picking Blind

Diego Santee paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I don't need you as my 'grandson.'" He said it offhand. In an instant, George Quatremane went livid. His pointing hand trembled, his lips worked soundlessly, fury choking off his voice. "You punk, you…" He couldn't swallow the insult. He drew breath to retort, but Rosalie Yale moved first-quick as a flash, she pressed his forearm. "Enough." She stepped between them, shot Diego a furtive glance, then quickly looked away. "Diego Santee...