"Why are you in a hurry? She's in the kitchen," said Old Mr. Allson with a frown.
Christopher nodded. Just when he was about to go, he thought of something and stopped.
"By the way, why was my father here?"
"What else could he do?" Old Mr. Allson hissed, "Besides from creating troubles." Hearing his grandfather's words, Christopher could not help frowning.
"He doesn't agree with you being with Janice, so what are you going to do?" Old Mr. Allson looked over him.
Christopher said expressionlessly, "No, it's my own marriage. It has nothing to do with him."
Hearing that, Old Mr. Allson was gratified. "That's right. Does Janice know about Sophie?"
Christopher's eyes darkened, "She probably doesn't know yet." Old Mr. Allson could not help sighing by looking at his grandson. "Think about it carefully. Confess it or hide it?" Christopher had no expression on his face.
"There's nothing that I should confess."
