Chapter 1622: Home, Sweet Home

Once Varian and family returned home, the Heir of the alliance noticed the grumpy old man glaring at him like always. 

He was silent the whole time, be it when they were pulled out of Hortus, during the period when Varian was brutally tortured and when the duel contestants disappeared for a while.

Unlike the women, he didn't show any sign of worry on his face and appeared as carefree as he'd always been.

And now that he was in proximity with Varian, he stared glaring at him with eyes that would swallow if they could.

"I went through so much sh*t and all you do is glare at me? Even if you're my elder-in-law, this is really unexpected." Varian said with an overly surprised expression.

"They're all worried for nothing." Evander crossed his arms and snorted. "Only good guys die at a hundred. Bad guys will live for a thousand. Terrible people will live for ten thousand.