The old Godfather smiled.
"As long as you brothers work together, I believe the Corleone family will develop even better."
"You're still a bit inexperienced. You attended today's meeting. You should have noticed that those family heads are all old foxes. Tom, you still need time to grow."
The old Godfather then called Fredo in.
Fredo closed the door, looking somewhat downcast.
"Father."
The old Godfather waved him over, and Fredo hurried over.
The old Godfather looked at his second son. He was already in his thirties but sometimes he still behaved like a naive teenager.
"Fredo, you've seen what's happened to the family lately. You've always been a filial child, loving your mother and me. I understand your temperament."
"Fredo, in the future, stay by your parents side. A simple life is actually happier. Your mother can't bear to lose another child."
Fredo's previous thoughts immediately dissipated.
