Cristiano continued toward the dining table, where his father was already seated, calmly eating breakfast. Just as he reached the chair, his grandmother’s shrill voice rang out behind him—
“Are you seeing this, Vittorio? Your son’s already siding with his wife,” Grandmother snapped.
Vittorio looked up from his plate and narrowed his eyes on Cristiano. “What’s going on here?”
“Nothing, Father,” Cristiano said flatly as he sat down and the servant placed his breakfast. “Grandmother wanted her to cook. I don’t eat bad food. That’s all.”
“What about the household expenses?” Grandmother shot back. “What about my word in this house? Or should I just hand everything to your wife now, is that what you want?”
Cristiano didn’t bother replying. He kept eating, calm and unfazed.
Vittorio sighed,
