I took a deep breath.
"I’m not eating it."
Jason’s face hardened.
"You’re just the pampered daughter of a small factory — stop acting spoiled. Are potatoes too good for you?"
I was shocked — after years of business cooperation, he had no idea about the Lane Corporation’s true power or my real identity?
But for Grandpa’s sake, I stayed silent.
As more people gathered to watch, I gently tugged his sleeve.
"People are staring. Calm down."
Maybe that worked, because he finally stopped eating.
But he kept grumbling.
"A woman who doesn’t know thrift will never run a household. What was Aunt May thinking introducing me to such a crazy girl?"
I heard it but stayed quiet.
We finally boarded the plane, but once inside, Jason started again — gawking and pointing everywhere.
"Wow, so this is what a plane looks like! Are these leather seats? Doesn’t look like it! My house furniture is nicer!"
His loud voice drew more stares. I wanted to disappear.
"Hey, why do you look so experienced? Been on a plane before? How can your family’s little factory afford this?"
I forced a tight smile.
"Jason, it’s the 21st century. Flying isn’t expensive — normal people can afford it."
That was like poking a hornet’s nest.