Chapter 229 Be A Little Nicer to Belinda

• Hearing Old Mr. Quille’s words, Nathan’s brows knitted tight.
• He never wore his moods on his face. His self-control was solid. Most folks couldn’t read him at all. But the air around him clearly chilled a few degrees.
• No one knows a boy better than his father—though Old Mr. Quille was his grandfather, he’d raised his grandson from the cradle. He could spot Nathan’s displeasure in a heartbeat.