"If you have any doubts, you can consult Chairman Reed and Chairman Diaz," he said. "They were both raised by me, and they are trustworthy."
Henry Young hummed softly in response.
He seemed reluctant to talk, unusually quiet.
Alfie Young looked at him with pity, but as much as it hurt, pressing him was necessary—forcing him to grow, forcing him to see reality.
"You should see it clearly by now, Autumn Cheshire came to the Young Family to go against me. She doesn't have good intentions toward you either. Moreover, she has a powerful background and is cunning and astute. You lack experience and won't get the upper hand against her. Let bygones be bygones, don't seek revenge, and don't contact that Autumn Cheshire ever again."
Alfie Young understood his grandson well. He wasn't like his fickle father; he was obstinate. If he didn't let go of Autumn Cheshire, the Young name might even change.
"Do you know about my dad?"
