'If I were that boy's grandfather…'
For a moment, Capone let his imagination run.
If Michael had been his grandson, he would have doted on him every day, showered him with praise, never missed a chance to boast about his talents or celebrate his achievements.
But reality was different.
Karl never treated Michael with particular affection or showed any emotions just because he was his grandson.
That same blank face, that dry tone as if it made no difference whether Michael was his grandson or not.
'That old man probably doesn't even realize how amazing his own grandson is,' Capone thought bitterly as he looked at Michael again.
It seemed a shame that such an exceptional young man had grown up without receiving the recognition and affection he deserved.
Caught up in his own misguided assumptions, Capone let out a soft sigh.
Karl, of course, had no idea that Capone was fuming with envy beside him and even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared in the slightest.
