He said it firmly, as if he truly believed it.
But he seemed to forget how furious he’d been just yesterday when I mentioned Leroy.
“Same way? Oh, what a fair father you are!” Grandpa let out a cold laugh, dripping with sarcasm and disappointment.
“I see you’ve grown smart Wayne. You’ve learned new stuff—using ‘independence’ nonsense to justify treating your own son unfairly!”
Grandpa stood, his sharp eyes locked on my father.
“Since you think grown children shouldn’t depend on their parents and should stand on their own—fine. But first, let me ask you: how old are you now?”
“Fifty-three… But what does that have to do with this?” Father froze, not understanding where this was going.
“Fifty-three, huh? That’s three decades away from twenty-two!” Grandpa’s voice suddenly boomed. “You keep saying Leo shouldn’t live off of you—but what about you?
“That manor you live in, the three commercial buildings you collect rent from every month, the startup capital for your company—did you earn any of those yourself? Weren’t they all built from my hard work back in the day?”
Father’s face turned pale in an instant.