"Christian, why did you let a stranger live here?" Hartono said unhappily. His gaze was fixed on Ella, trying to insinuate the woman.
He wanted Ella to know that she didn't deserve to be in this house, let alone behave as if she's Christian's wife.
Christian lifted his head and looked at Nadia. "Did you hear that? Go," he said casually.
The expression on Nadia's face looked a little stunned, not expecting Christian to treat her so coldly. After that, she regained control of her expression. There was no need to speak because Hartono was defending her.
As she expected, Hartono immediately said, "Christian! I brought Nadia here."
"And? Is she not a stranger?" Christian leaned on the sofa looking at Hartono nonchalantly. The cold expression in his eyes made the old man's heart shiver.
After that, Hartono felt annoyed again. Christian was his grandson. Why should he be afraid of his own grandson?
