The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 201: Unreasoning Old Dog

He had only one daughter in New York.

Marcia.

His demeanor changed instantly. His voice turned cold.

"Marcia is an unfilial daughter. I don't even want to hear her name. She defied the family's authority. And now? Now that the Kelvin family is in trouble, she sends you to humiliate me? Does she really think I'm powerless?"

For years, Alfred had occasionally questioned whether he'd been too strict, too harsh. Time had softened his pride and diluted past grudges.

But today?

Today, all that faded.

He no longer blamed himself.

Because Marcia—

She wasn't worthy of the Kelvin name.

The family was in distress, yet she didn't return. Worse, she sent some junior, making a mockery of them all. This wasn't help—it was humiliation.

How could he not be furious?

His eyes turned toward Zoey, the woman who had introduced John.

"Zoey Redman," Alfred snapped, "We've been friends for years. I never thought you'd stoop this low. If you're so afraid of offending the Welch family, then go beg for their favor. Don't come here just to add insult to injury!"

Clearly, in his mind, John and Zoey were conspiring to mock the Kelvin family.

Zoey looked pained and helpless, but John remained calm.

He shook his head and said coldly, "You lose your temper without reason. You're a stubborn old man with misplaced pride. No wonder Aunt Marcia left home in anger."

"What did you say, you insolent brat?!"

Alfred's eyes narrowed dangerously, his gaze sharp and oppressive.

But John didn't back down. On the contrary—he stepped forward boldly, his presence suddenly imposing.

"You're offended by my words? You really think you're that important? If it weren't for Aunt Marcia, I wouldn't even bother cleaning up your family's mess."

"You...!"

Alfred's expression tightened. Without realizing it, he took a step back.

Just then, a deep, aged voice rang out from the backyard—

"Bring him to see me."

It was Adam Kelvin, Alfred's father.

The true head of the Kelvin family.

A legendary Heaven Master.

The "him" in Adam's command naturally referred to John.

Alfred dared not disobey. His expression stiff, he composed himself and said, "Follow me to see my father."

John raised an eyebrow. "Can't you say 'please'?"

Alfred's lips twitched, and after a moment of struggle, he forced out the words:

"Please come with me to see my father."

"Much better."

Zoey snorted coldly. "You don't trust me, yet you say we've been friends for years? Some friend. Mason White, we're leaving!"

She turned and left the Kelvin estate in frustration, her young assistant Mason following silently.

John followed Alfred toward the backyard.

The environment changed drastically. Unlike the tense atmosphere at the entrance, the Kelvin family's inner courtyard was serene and elegant. This was where Adam Kelvin practiced martial arts and meditated. Without his permission, even Alfred wouldn't dare to enter.

In a quiet pavilion at the center, Adam sat cross-legged on a meditation platform.

He was preparing—

The duel with the Welch family was just two days away.

As footsteps approached, Adam opened his eyes. Two sharp rays of light seemed to shoot out from beneath his heavy lids.

It was hard to believe this man—nearly a hundred years old—still exuded such power.

Though aged, his spirit and vitality were undiminished.

His gaze fell on John. His eyes narrowed in surprise.

He couldn't see through him.

He turned to Alfred and said calmly, "Alfred, apologize to this young man."

Alfred didn't dare protest.

He bowed slightly and said with a forced smile, "Brother John, I was impatient earlier and spoke out of turn. Please don't take offense."

John gave him a cool glance.

"You're nearly seventy. You should've learned how to behave by now."

Alfred felt a strange twinge in his chest.

He had lived nearly seventy years, but this was the first time he'd been lectured on maturity by someone in their twenties.

Even Adam gave a quiet chuckle at John's boldness.

"Young man," Adam said, smiling with interest, "I heard you were sent by my granddaughter Marcia to help the Kelvin family. Is that right?"

John nodded and replied with a smirk, "Old dog, you're ancient, but your hearing's still sharp."

Alfred nearly fainted from shock.

He called Adam... an old dog?!

Who in the entire city dared to call Adam Kelvin that?

But Adam didn't get angry.

Instead, his eyes lit up with curiosity.

"I'm more curious about how you plan to help us survive this crisis."

John smiled mysteriously and turned to Alfred. "Bring me a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone."

Before Alfred could move, Adam waved his hand. "No need. I have them here."

He reached into a bookcase and pulled out a traditional scholar's set.

As he handed the items to John, he asked with amusement, "What's this? Planning to draw a painting to convince the Welch family?"

John gave a mischievous grin. "You'll find out soon enough. Now turn around, old dog—and that unreasonable old goat can turn around too. I'd hate to blind you both with my brilliance."

"Old goat?"

Alfred's face turned purple with fury.

But when he remembered who was present, he swallowed his anger.

John knelt before the desk.

And with a calm, steady hand—

He began to write.