When going downstairs.
Ruth Upperton suddenly stood up from the sofa and asked cautiously, "Julian, lunch is being prepared, shall we eat together at noon?"
"No time."
Julian Johnsons' lips slightly parted, his gaze remained indifferent to her, not even a trace of it in the corner of his eye.
A voice as cold as millennial ice.
"..." Although Ruth Upperton was embarrassed, she had nothing to say.
Back then, she offended her grandson, and now, no matter how hard she tries, it's normal for him not to accept her.
On the side.
Watching Julian walk away in front of her, Bertha Marley was too intimidated to say a word, fearing he might lash out at her again.
After he had walked far enough.
Bertha Marley finally dared to whisper next to Ruth Upperton, anxiously saying, "Grandma, are you really letting Julian leave like this? He's home after so long! Who knows when we'll see him again next time!"
