"That's wonderful! Grandma will live a long life~"
Bertha Marley, very affectionately, snuggled next to her and sweetly asked, "Grandma, where is Julian? Why haven't I seen him back..."
"He..." Ruth Upperton only then remembered her grandson. Where could he be?
He better not be with that bitch, Isabella Lindsey!
That would be terrible!
But at this moment.
Outside the living room, there came the sound of heavy footsteps, without any unnecessary delay.
Then.
A tall and handsome figure, like the wind, appeared in sight.
"Julian!"
Ruth Upperton's face lit up with a smile, pleasantly surprised, "Bertha was just talking about you, and here you are, speak of the devil!"
But Julian Johnsons had no intention of responding to her.
His whole demeanor was as cold and aloof as ice.
Even the temperature in the living room seemed to drop suddenly, making everyone shiver.
He didn't stop.
