Chapitre 114: Need help

Balcony

"What is it, grandpa? Aren't you happy with your daughter that now you want to spoil my time with my wife" Tristan said coldly and heard the man grunt?

"Such an insensitive child. Can't you for once greet me properly" Dante was expecting him to be polite with him, but no, his grandson wasn't someone who likes to be soft with anyone.

Tristan rolled his eyes in annoyance and asked," Why did you call?" he said with an irritating tone.

Dante's lips twitched, listening to his plain words, and felt like throwing a punch at him through the phone call. But he couldn't.

Dante let go of his anger and calmed himself because right now, he needed his help.

"Tristan, I need your help?" he said in a whisper that made Tristan arch his brow in surprise.

'Why is this old man talking so low' he thought but ignored, knowing Dante was getting weirder as he grew old.

"Help," he asked coldly.

"Yes, help"