Harold looked at the time in disbelief.
“You little brat, do you know what time it is? Aren’t you the one always telling me to go to bed early? Why are you calling and waking me up now?”
Nathan just said, “Oh. Well, you go back to sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”
He sounded like he was about to hang up.
Harold’s heart did a nervous stutter in his chest.
That damn grandson! That rebellious brat!
What had he done to deserve such a stubborn son, who then gave him an even more stubborn grandson?
“Wait!”
“Don’t you know old people don’t sleep much? I’m not tired! What did you say you needed my help with?”
Harold was clearly just making an excuse for himself.
Nathan didn’t call him out on it. He switched the phone to his other hand and threw the takeout bag into the trash.
“I need you to help me find a construction crew.”
“A construction crew?”
Harold was confused. “You’re doing renovations?”
“Yes.”
“I want to renovate the apartment I’m living in now.”
“Or you could look at a new place for me, buy it, and I’ll pay you back.”
“Well, well, well.”
Harold’s tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’ll just buy it for you, will I? What are you really up to? Is the apartment the department provided not comfortable enough?”
Nathan sat on the sofa, grabbed a bottle of water, and took a couple of gulps before saying, “It’s to be our new home.”
“A… a home for after the wedding?”
Harold was stunned.
“You’re preparing a home now?”
“Wait, why are you getting your own place? Aren’t you moving back to the family estate after you get married?”
“I’ve already had a suite prepared for you two! Everything’s brand new!”
The old man’s voice sounded hurt. “You were in the Arvendale Region for so long, you barely came home more than a few times a year. Now that you’re finally transferred back to Luminport City and getting married, why would you still live somewhere else?”


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