Unfortunate to me, Grandpa and Grandma’s hearts softened in the end.
Grandpa snorted.
“Now you realize you were wrong? Where was that sense before?” Grandpa snorted.
“This is the last time! If you dare mistreat my grandson again, I’ll write my will and donate everything immediately, you won’t get a single penny! You hear me, Wayne?” Grandpa warned.
My father looked relieved, nodding over and over.
“Yeah, of course! I’ll change, I promise! Don’t worry, Dad!”
Before we left, I told Grandpa I wanted to stop by the store at the end of the village. He agreed to walk with me.
When we returned to Calviera, my father had me move back into the manor and arranged a mid-level position for me in the company.
For a while, life seemed calm.
Linda and Leroy greeted me with smiles whenever they saw me. But I knew that calm was only on the surface—deep down, a storm of problems was quietly brewing.
During the company’s Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, the higher-ups lined up to have a toast with me. After a few rounds, my head was spinning and I slipped into an empty room next door to rest.
Just as I started to doze off, the door burst open.