The clouds were moving quickly in the fierce wind. Standing on the balcony, Aaron looked at the sky without any expression on his face.
He remembered his past twenty years ago. The most painful memory he had.
"Mommy, I don't want to learn game theory. I want to learn drawing. Please let me do what I am capable of,"
"Mommy, Stuart learned this so well. I can't beat him. He is better than me in this field."
"Mommy, the heir of the L.N. Group, is Stuart. Why do I need to compete against him?"
"You are such a loser. Both you and your father are losers. You couldn't even win the right of succession. Why don't you die and go to hell? The one thing I regret the most was when I married your father. Then, I gave birth to you, a loser. If you can't win this, you don't deserve to be my son."
Even now, he remembered her voice, sharp and fierce. Aaron grew up not being able to make choices for himself. Twenty years ago, he was continually being pushed by his mother.
