Stella was speechless.
What was going on here?
Half of her father?
"Grandma, don’t talk nonsense!"
"What nonsense? I watched the two of you grow up together. Tristan took care of you a lot back then! You took away his youth!"
The more Grace talked, the more serious she became. "When you were in middle school, Tristan was already in college... Do you remember how many girls chased after him? And later, when you were in high school, Tristan had already started working, but he still couldn’t let go of his little sister. So tell me, didn’t you stand in the way of his youth?"
"Tristan is already in his thirties, Stella. It’s because of you that he still doesn’t have a girlfriend! You need to take responsibility!"
Wait… what?
Why didn’t that sound right?
What the hell?
What did she
